Hand Full of Dust

Lyrics

(Verse 1) Came into the world with a hand full of dust Nobody waiting, nobody you could trust Grew up in the quiet of an empty room Learned how to move careful and not talk too soon Street taught you survival, the hard and the mean But it never taught the soft things in between (Chorus) We keep on keeping on, we watch and we see How the other folks handle what comes naturally The little things we missed, the ones that show in a crowd Standing there quiet so we don’t talk too loud We study their manners, we copy their way Trying to learn what a parent never got to say World’s still tough and the hand’s still bad But we keep on keeping on with the lessons we had (Verse 2) Nobody told you an argument doesn't last forever They still love you and want to stay together Nobody said “speak softer” at a movie Cuz nobody thinks your very funny So you stand in the corner and you watch and learn You catch how they shake hands, and speak only when it's there turn How they don’t make a scene when it ain't going their way They stay calm and figure it out anyway What you never got taught is right there for you The little things that will help you make it through (Chorus) We keep on keeping on, we watch and we see How the other folks handle what comes naturally The little things we missed, the ones that show in a crowd Standing there quiet so we don’t talk too loud We study their manners, we copy their way Trying to learn what a parent never got to say World’s still tough and the hand’s still bad But we keep on keeping on with the lessons we had (Bridge) Some of us make it, we don’t fall apart We build something steady with a half-taught heart Still feel the heat when we mess up the line Still feel the eyes , and wish I was blind But we keep watching in quiet, we keep trying to blend in Learning the small stuff from the folks who take the time to help us fit in. (Final Chorus) We keep on keeping on, we watch and we see How the other folks handle what comes naturally The little things we missed, the ones that show in a crowd Standing there quiet so we don’t talk too loud We study their manners, we copy their way Trying to learn what a parent never got to say World’s still tough and the hand’s still bad But we keep on keeping on with the lessons we had