Noam Weinstein - Throwing Up My Hands Lyrics

Was forcing my feet through the hail and the heat
Trying to hit royal street, grab that throne
When I got an alert that the hate and the hurt
In the dust and the dirt were my own
So I'm throwing up my hands, calling off my plans
Chalking it up to dumb fate
I'm throwing up my hands, I'm doing a little dance
I'm giving up and it feels great
Always felt it was a fact that I'd have an impact
On this rock, cold and cracked, I'd be strong
But it's slowly come clear through the thick atmosphere
This stone's too big to steer, I was wrong
So I'm throwing up my hands, calling off my plans
It's a lost cause, it's too late
I'm throwing up my hands, I'm doing a little dance
I'm giving up and it feels great
Could be it's upsetting
Just to see me settling, it's so sad
But I'd rather be a quitter than to end up growing bitter or going mad
Screw that
I'm throwing up my hands, telling all my friends
I'm coming home, no need to wait
I'm throwing up my hands, I'm doing a little dance
I'm giving up and it feels great