Listen with Your Eyes
I don't need no special things to get me highAll I needs a touch of Ron to get me byI see people traveling, never make a moveI don't follow my leader, needles in the grooveI don't like sitar, it don't touch guitarPeople selling me heaven, praying to the skyI don't read that messageListen with your eyesListen with your eyes, tell me what, childListen with your eyes, oh LordyYou've had a hustling dayYour life's a roundabout anywayI got my feet on the groundThat doesn't mean I don't get aroundI get up on tops and down on Mr. BlueI love to see a daybreakIt's not a chemical wide awakeI like a rub in the tubI never want to pull out the plugI get up on tops and down on Mr. BlueMr. Blue!People search the dailies, live by horoscopeLooking for direction, don't they get the jokeI won't fear the reaper, when the curtain fallsI'm not vegetating, waiting for the callI don't like sitar, it don't touch guitarWake up to the future, you should make your plansDreams are made in heaven, life is in your handsLife is in your hands, what you saying?Life is in your hands, ooh, ooh, oohLife is in your hands