Kind of Like Spitting - Hands

There's a man outside my door tonight
He cries for help
He sings a pleading song

Well times are tough for everyone
Gotta hold on to what I got
Just kind of cruise along

Well I do want to be helpful
But it's cold
And I'm told you can't be too careful

Out of the mouth of a mother
Into the hands of a brother
Into the heart of a lover
And out of the hands of another

You can never tell who your neighbour is
Or what he's doin' at night
Or who his friends are

Well you don't know where he's from
Or where he's been
Or who he knows you knows
You can't be too careful these days

Well I do want to be helpful, well
But it's cold
And I'm told he might just be the devil

Out of the mouth of a mother
Into the hands of a brother
Into the heart of a lover
And out of the hands of another

Well I don't take chances
And I don't take time to see
And I don't take nothing from nobody no way
Not me

Out of the mouth of a mother
Into the hands of a brother
Into the heart of a lover
And out of the hands of another

Out of the mouth of a mother
Into the hands of a brother
Into the heart of a lover
And out of the hands of another

Into the eyes of a child
Into the ears of a child
Into the heart of a child
Into the heart of a child