Here’s hoping they can reach us, you know, life’s finest teachers
the one’s to show us how to do what must be done.
I don’t mean abstractly, I mean matter of factly,
the nuts and bolts of flying to the sun.
But who can show us where to look?
How will we know what must be done?
I know it’s written in a million books,
but we can’t read every one.
Some say God has a plan for every woman, child and man.
Of all the things think! That might be true.
I don’t mean abstractly, I mean matter of factly,
I can’t play piano. Can you?
But who can show us what it meant
when first a string tied to bow
how do we find our instrument? Who knows?
It’s a sort of prayer to get up and go out there,
to know your feet can find a sacred path.
I don’t mean abstractly, I mean matter of factly,
once you’re on it you aint ever looking back.
I have no idea how it works, from where we get our gifts,
but each of us, I am sure, is something nobody else is.