First from the churches, in praise of the Lord
Then from the barrooms, crying out loud
The Beatles, the Stones, the Beach Boys and then
Go back to the basement and do it again.
The music keeps coming like sunlight each day
You thought it was done, but it won’t fade away
The voice of the prophets is in it somehow
It will shake up your soul and then comfort you now
Mozart and Wilson, Van Morrison, too
Don’t know where it comes from or what it might do
They’ll write of your life and your dreams and your hope
You can find your own soul in the lyrics they wrote
They can lift you up, out of life’s little prisons
And take you to places you thought were forbidden
Without such connection, life’s all brown and all grey
The Spirit is in rock and roll every day.