I got placed gently down and hurled myself further
Then I hung on for life and tried to keep myself up
The hand appears to be free now, I could be getting retrieved
But it seems to be as likely to pick up another as me

I don't know how to take control
I don't know if I should take control
I don't know if I can take control
And busy signals keep me in the dark

The hand displays no clear intention
Any hope I feel may be my own invention
Sometimes I feel I'm in a hand convention
And every hand is full of others

And those that are not grasping others
Are clenched in fists or hanging limp
Or giving me the finger
Or a coolly distant peace sign

I don't know how to take control
I don't know if I should take control
I don't know if I can take control
And the dark keeps my business single