I'm the oil upon the water.
I'm the lava in the flow.
Resting like a rock beside the seaside
I'm the son and you're the daughter.
Of the stranger that we know,
Who gets a little stoned beside the wayside.
Well there's one thing to try.
Everybody knows
Music gets you high.
Everybody grows.
And so it goes.
You're the lips that make the laughter,
You're the sunshine in the snow,
Shining out on everything you feel.
You're the bird that dropped the berry
On the island far below,
Finding out that everything is real.
Well there's one thing to try.
Everybody knows.
Music gets you high.
Everybody grows.
And so it goes.
We are loved and we are lonely.
We are many, we are few.
Make it out odf love and build a dream.
We are hoboes, we are holy.
We are me and we are you,
Can't it be as easy as it seems?
Well there's one thing to try.
Everybody knows.
Music gets you high.
Everybody grows.
And so it goes.