I sing of what you see and might think about

Because of what you see

Moving hands, mobile faces

Where by the eye

Not the ear traces what's on the mind

So when you see hands

Weaving the space between friends

Think of them as being

As though you were seeing voices

Speech without sound face to face, hands unbound

Weaving the space between friends

So, think of them as being

As though you were seeing voices

Believe it they ramble on exactly as we would

And talking with someone we know

And even they stumble on expressions as we would

And talking with anyone

So

When you see hands weaving

The space between friends

Think of them as telling or asking

Or spelling out choices

So think of hands as being

As though you are seeing voices

Think of them as being

As though they were seeing voices

Speech without sound face to face, hands unbound

Weaving the space between friends

So, think of them as being

As though you were seeing voices

So think of hands as asking or telling

Or spelling out choices

Just think of hands as being

As though you were seeing voices

Voices, voices