Some things I have done make my conscience burn
My very spine shutter & squirm
I only hope that I have learned from my sins
I heard a voice when I was thirteen
Got baptized & washed up clean
The world has a way if you know what I mean
Stuffing you up again & again
I cannot explain a blessed thing
Not a fallen star or a feathered wing
How a man in chains has the strength to sing
Just one thing´s clear to me
Theres always more than what appears to be
When the lights just right I swear I see
Man, it is poetry
Now somebody made everything
From the soul inside out to Saturn´s rings
How my baby smiles & how Ray Charles sings
Of course we were created
The clouds make rain, the ocean makes sand
The earth breathes fire & lava makes land
Now that took a mighty hand a wild imagination
I cannot explain a blessed thing
Not a fallen star or a feathered wing
How a man in chains has the strength to sing
Just one thing´s clear to me
Theres always more than what appears to be
When the lights just right I swear I see
Man, it is poetry
The dreams I dream came back tenfold
The friends I had to the woman I hold
I look down I am on a street of gold
After all the mud along the way
Sometimes the big old mystery just leans right in on me
Says that I´m home & I´m free
And I will take that any day, any day
I cannot explain a blessed thing
Not a fallen star or a feathered wing
How a man in chains has the strength to sing
Just one thing´s clear to me
Theres always more than what appears to be
When the lights just right I swear I see
Man, it is poetry
Just one thing´s clear to me
Theres always more that what appears to be
When the light´s just right I swear I see
Man, it is poetry
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