I was born the year the Beatles took Shea, 8 years from the one. My ma-e said son don’t you ever look back, you were born ass to the sun. And so this road I’m on began, man I ran. And had not it been for a hand, a helping hand. All around I see Whats meant to be Time tested and true civility so won’t you please….. Tell me what you hear, when your listening? What do you hear, when your listening?
Half way back I stopped as you were laughing, like a greedy preteen girl. Had to sit back passively in wonder, he can you be so peaceful, gurl Journey on, hold your head up high. Turning stones, it’s what it is, what inspires Oh just to be once, careless and free Left all alone to simply dream, Just me and me….. And all I hear, when I’m listening….. Do I hear, when I’m listening?
Ooh, ooh….don’t ever give up love Ooh, ooh…..don’t ever give up now.
By the will and grace of god, you’ll see That in the end, your bound to be what you’ll be.