[Instrumental Intro — low tremolo guitar, deep bass pulse] [Verse 1] Two seventeen And the numbers are dancing One more inch And I'd swear it's a sign Coffee's cold But my blood's getting warmer That old little devil Got a hand on the line Used to reach Every time something shimmered Used to jump Just to feel something move Lost a whole lot Trying to catch every flicker Now I'm learning What these hands oughta do [Pre-Chorus] Got a finger on the trigger Got a reason in my head But a reason ain't a signal And I ain't moving yet [Chorus] Still got my hands Still got my nerve Let the whole damn world Take another turn I can feel that thunder Rolling through my bones But I don't owe the lightning A place to call home Oh, I can wait I can stand While the whole thing shakes Still got my hands [Instrumental — dirty tremolo guitar and bass exchange] [Verse 2] Funny thing About a room full of nothing How it finds Every fear that you own Starts talking Like a friend with good intentions Says you're wasting All this time sitting home Had a good one Slip away last September Spent the next three Trying to get it back Turns out chasing What already left you Is a fine way To lose what you have [Pre-Chorus] Now the guitar keeps on asking And the low end wants to run I can hear my heartbeat answering But the answer isn't done [Chorus] Still got my hands Still got my nerve Let the whole damn world Take another turn I can feel that thunder Rolling through my bones But I don't owe the lightning A place to call home Oh, I can wait I can stand While the whole thing shakes Still got my hands [Extended Instrumental — guitar motif mutates, bass grows restless] [Bridge — intimate, nearly dry] My daddy called it stubborn My mama called it grace I spent half my life Confusing stillness with a cage But a hand that never opens Can't hold anything for long And a hand that grabs at everything Can't tell what's coming home [Instrumental Breakdown — drums withdraw, guitar holds tension] [Verse 3 — low, deliberate] There it is Not a wish Not a feeling Same old shape But the edges are clear Know my line Know exactly what I'm risking And I know When I disappear No fireworks No heavenly announcement No little voice Saying this one's gonna win Just a choice I can live with either way And a breath Before I step in [Final Chorus — widest arrangement] Still got my hands Still got my nerve I don't need the world To tell me what I'm worth Let the thunder roll Let the whole sky bend I can make my move Without needing how it ends Oh, I can wait I can stand And when it's time to move Still got my hands [Extended Instrumental — explosive Telecaster lead, enormous bass, psychedelic harmonic turn] [Outro — intimate] Used to think The waiting was the hard part Turns out The hard part was believing I was doing something All along
