Hands Full

When he asked if she’d mind saying
What they were doing, she said «no» at first
But in a while, she was warming
To the task of putting it into words
Before long, she had her hands full
Before long, she had her hands full
Like Houston, she was listening
To the satellite that was circling in
And every hair on his neck was shivering
As the afternoon sun came out again
Before long, she had her hands full
And that was just the start of it
Before long, they were both listening hard
But the words weren’t coming
The words weren’t coming at all
Not coming at all