(music:
Furler, Joel lyrics: Furler, Joel, Taylor)
you
may be in london, waiting on a train you may be in paris dancing on
a stage or shooting the curl in bali or down south drinking sweet tea
you may be glued to the television as happy as larry
you
may be a doctor, giving up the ghost you may be a short order cook
fixing grits and toast whenever wherever whoever you are let it
be plain to see it's time to reach for something higher everybody
hears the need
tuning
in around the world all you boys and all you girls tune in till ya drown
the noise all you girls and all you boys
tune
it in and hum along let it lift the woebegone tune it in around the world
all you boys and all you girls
it
may be your birthday or it may be your last as a kid you couldn't wait
to get old now the years fly by to fast whenever wherever whoever
you are let it be plain to see no time no place nobody but
you will keep you from your knees
let
the truth fill up our lives let the choir fire up and over the renewal
of our minds is never over till it's over
and
where our treasure is that's where our hearts will be so take my will
and set me tuning into you tuning outta me.