Inclination of direction Walk and turn and twist adrift With the children of creation Futuristic dreams we sift Clutching violently we whisper With a liquefying cry Any deadly final answers That are surely doomed to die
Won´t you help me, Mister Jesus Won´t you tell me if you can When you see this world we live in Do you still believe in Man If my song´s become my freedom And my freedom turns to gold Then I´ll ask the final question If the answer could be sold
[Part II]
Well, that´s my story and I´m sticking to it ´Cause I got no reason to lie, yeah Forget your problems that don´t even exist And I´ll show you a way to get high
Oh, yeah Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah Oh, yeah!
So come alive, you know you´re magic to me Remember freedom is not hard to find, yeah Time to stop all your messing around Don´t you think I know my own mind
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah Oh, yeah!
Why can´t you believe, it´s right here to be seen Do you always have to be told, yeah For you and your problem, you can never give up Long before the answer was sold