Sanoja: Blues Traveler. Other. Out Of My Hands.

I never said that I loved you baby
I never said that I cared
I never said that I'd weep at your passing
I never said I'd be there

So you're down and out and you need a friend
You need somebody to turn to
Keep on looking 'cause if I'm not there
There's nothing more that I can do

'Cause it's outta my hands with the way that you talk
Outta my hands with the way I listen
Outta my hands with the way that you treat me
Outta my hands when it's given

'Cause it's outta my hands with the way that you talk
Outta my hands with the way I listen
Outta my hands with the way that you treat me
Outta my hands when it's given