| Listen With Your Eyes |
| I don't need no special things to get me high All I needs a touch of Ron to get me by I see people travelling, never make a move I don't follow my leader, needles in the groove I don't like sitar, it don't touch guitar People selling me heaven, praying to the sky I don't read their message Listen with your eyes Listen with your eyes Listen with your eyes (I love it) You've had a hustling day Your life's roundabout anyway I got my feet on the ground That doesn't mean I don't get around I get up on tops and down on Mr. Blue I love to see a daybreak It's not a chemical wide awake I like a rub in the tub I never want to pull out the plug I get up on tops and down on Mr. Blue Mr. Blue! People search the dailies, live by horoscope Looking for direction, don't they get the joke I won't fear the reaper, when the curtain falls I'm not vegetating, waiting for the call I don't like sitar, it don't touch guitar Wake up to the future, you should make your plans Dreams are made in heaven, life is in your hands Life is in your hands Life is in your hands Life is in your hands |