Sometimes I look at my hands...
Think of things I've been through... feel so real and it's true

Wow... I feel my life with my hands
All the things born and gone... days and nights... shades and lights...

I find things I've been trying not to face!
Good old wrinkled small hands tell me what I should realize...

Under the sky everything keeps on changing!
Woo Woo Woo Woo Woo!

Under the sky everyone keeps on changing!
Woo Woo Woo Woo Woo!

My hands accept the change!

I feel a life he's living when I shake hands with him
Sometimes more than I should feel...

Wow! Sometimes I look at my hands...
As if I face my life, as if I take the fate...

My hands remember all of the moments...
Good old wrinkled small hands tell me what I should realize...

Under the sky everything keeps on changing!
Woo Woo Woo Woo Woo!

Under the sky everyone keeps on changing!
Woo Woo Woo Woo Woo!

My hands accept the change!

Under the sky everything keeps on changing!
Woo Woo Woo Woo Woo!

Under the sky everyone keeps on changing!
Woo Woo Woo Woo Woo!

My hands accept the change!