There were music in the air
Giddy gardens in their hair
Raining colors in the streets
On the people walking to the beat
When I walk I don't feel the love around me
Colors raining from my eyes
Money talks and those whispers they surround me
In the music I am drowning
But it ain't too late for me
And it ain't too hard to see
Inside there's a better me
When the music's good and gone
With my head up I'll ramble on
There were writings on the walls
In the church of Saint John and Reverend Paul
Many days the music's up and left here
On a train that's headed south of New Orleans
Waves of gray and they're taking the world by storm
I don't fear them anymore
Oh no no
But it ain't too late for me
And it ain't too hard to see
Inside there's a better me
But it ain't too late for me
And it ain't too hard to see
Inside there's a better me
And any moment now I'm gonna let him free