Asking the musical question: Now that we can send a rocket past Jupiter and its moons, how come we can't turn all those army tanks into Baby Spoons?
Lyrics
I thank the Lord, I thank the Lord, for being so kind
For giving me, for giving me, the gift of my mind
And the ability to forget what I've left behind
But sometimes my memory is all I can find
I'm out walking in the arms of love
Spirit fills this world like a hand in a glove
My heart is soaring on the wings of a dove
Soul is empty, like the clear sky above
No need to worry what the future may bring
Find yourself against the wall, you learn about scorpion sting
Yet, love is waiting for you, like your child on a swing
It's the one thing, it's the one thing, that makes our heart sing
I stood along the hiway side, seeking my tumbleweed paper fame
I met many kinds of dealers and thieves, each of us seeking someone else to blame
Still, I wonder, is a paradise a gamble, either way you play the game?
Now, maybe you can tell me, who really is the keeper of the eternal flame
I'm out walking in the arms of love
Spirit fills this world like a hand in a glove
My heart is soaring on the wings of a dove
Soul is empty, like the clear sky above
No need to worry what the future may bring
Find yourself against the wall, you learn about scorpion sting
Yet, love is waiting for you, like your child on a swing
It's the one thing, it's the one thing, that makes our heart sing
So, now, I ask this question, when I sing on the streets, and in saloons
With the help of this prayerful rhyme, and the aid of this simple tune
Now that we can send a rocket past Jupiter and its moons
How come we can't turn all those army tanks into Baby Spoons?
Now that we can send a rocket past Jupiter and its moons
How come we can't turn all those army tanks into Baby Spoons?
