Whose hands?

Last night- early this morning, once again we watched the Stratpack.
It was a lovely memory lane of music, Joe Walsh...never did get to see The Eagles, Paul Rodgers if only I could afford a Queen gig!!
So many more wonderful artists, suppose I'm lucky to know who they are and to have listened to the music they make.
Can't grumble really, seen Clapton more times than I can remember, Bowie about 5 times, The Kinks -in York!- The Boss, Zappa, there's more, but without going to my collection of tickets........

So, these hands belong to the mand with the voice that brings back so many memories.

He could have written this one about this place.

There's no way out of here
When you come in
You're in for good
There was no promise made
The part you played
The chance you took
There are no boundaries set
The time and yet
You waste it still
So it slips through your hands
Like grains of sand
You watch it go
There's no time to be lost
You'll pay the cost
So get it right
There's no way out of here
When you come in
You're in for good