| It's funny how the music put times in perspective | |
| Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it | |
| Whenever you are feeling blue keep walking and we can get far | |
| Wherever you are | |
| Like a movie that you can't predict | |
| Like a book that you can't resist | |
| I sing along a song that's oh so sensual | |
| bring along a sip to make it all so sexual | |
| verbally that is, making love to the music means vibing to the beat at night | |
| with the whole city fast asleep, out cold | |
| true words seem to rise to the lips, take hold | |
| of a poet in me, most powerfully | |
| I feel free when the world doesn't owe it to me | |
| It's so hard to find a gig that lives up to the billing, | |
| trying to find a reason to work, god willing | |
| I admit, my thinking is wishful | |
| like a star upon a child gazing up to the ceiling | |
| how far do we have to stretch the truth | |
| to fit the lifestyles borrowed and overdue | |
| we can take it all back to the register | |
| and start all over from the canister | |
| let's break it all down into pieces of bright | |
| moments that pass by like a meteorite | |
| throw on your favorite reel that's good to go | |
| on the analog player watch the people glow | |
| sit back to the breeze and let the memories flow | |
| comedy tragedy all the highs and lows | |
| (Hook:) | |
| It's funny how the music put times in perspective | |
| Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it | |
| Whenever you are feeling blue keep walking and we can get far | |
| Wherever you are | |
| Like your moves that I can't predict | |
| Like your look that I can't resist | |
| The ting-a-ling feeling was oh so mutual | |
| the lingering appeal was so unusual | |
| herbally what is, medicine to a lone soul can become poison to some | |
| with the whole body fast asleep, out cold | |
| true vision seem to come to the eye, take hold | |
| of a prophet in me most visibly | |
| I see clear when the world doesn't show it to me | |
| It's so hard to make sense in a cycle of billing, | |
| trying to find a reason to quit and make a killing | |
| I admit, our dealing is painful | |
| like a star upon a child staring down from the ceiling | |
| how far do we have to stretch the picture | |
| before pixelating the human texture | |
| we can take it all back to the register | |
| and start all over from the canister | |
| let's save it all up for an ultimate prize | |
| homecoming gathering with a big surprise | |
| throw on your favorite record that's good to go | |
| on the analog table and it's hooked to blow | |
| sit back with ease and hear the emcee flow | |
| hi hat kick drum all the highs and lows | |
| (Hook:) | |
| It's funny how the music put times in perspective | |
| Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it | |
| Whenever you are feeling blue keep walking and we can get far | |
| Wherever you are | |
| okay we can take it all back to the register | |
| and start all over from the canister | |
| let's break it all down into pieces of bright | |
| moments that pass by like a meteorite | |
| throw on your favorite jacket and you're good to roll | |
| on the analog trail and you look the role | |
| just stroll through the trees and let your miseries go | |
| sunshine hurricane all the highs and lows | |
| we can take it all back to the register | |
| and start all over from the canister | |
| let's break it all down into pieces of bright | |
| moments that pass by like a meteorite |
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