Well, you say you want freedom There ain't nothing you wouldn't do Well, you're reaching, but not looking 'Cause the Truth is right in front of you You can't win it You can't smoke it You can't chant till the morning to make it Oh, love in a yielded heart Is the only way you can feel it Well, Bob Dylan he can't free you And John Lennon can't see what's inside of you And Alice Cooper can just freak you He can't show you the way or lead you The Spirit in a yielded heart Is the only thing that can lead you To love, sweet love Well, it says right there in God's Holy Book That you'll keep on seeing and hearing But your eyes will close and your minds will dull And your ears will refuse to listen But Jesus, sweet Jesus, sweet Jesus He freed me... and He can free you, too With love, sweet love, Holy love, sweet love, love