Misty is blind She lives by the limestone mine She says I don't mind I can be another kind And slides a note to the guy behind Who sits on a chair And doesn't care when or where As long as his root chakra's there He knows he's inclined The faces that we wear Show me what's behind Have you been sit still? With such a dirty mind In the following day she looked morose The pain in her feet went up to her toes I asked her why, she said who knows? There's so much pain where love grows The faces that we wear Show me what's behind Have you been sit still? With such a dirty mind Have you been sit still? Have you been sit still?