Hey b Meet me South East on the downbeat With your khaki string vest intact Though you're handsome, there's a red sun And I can't help wonder what's next Then you ask me, "What do you want from All our weekends in whiskey sour" Told you I don't vouch for love, G It takes too much of my power Oh, can't stay too long I might stain someone Round and round I go Got to set the tone In the hands of none That's where I belong Spending nights in lonely castles Where I learned to sing my cries Sweetest sixteen, thrown to test me I could not sit still if I tried Learnin' to run before I could walk out Learnin' to cuss before I could talk it out Nah, nah, nah Oh, can't stay too long I might stain someone Round and round I go Got to set the tone In the hands of none That's where I belong No hands (No, no hands) Nobody cradles me like I can No, like I can No hands (No, no hands) Nobody cradles me like I can No, like I can Oh, can't stay too long I might stain someone Round and round I go Got to set the tone In the hands of none That's where I belong That's where I belong