Mystics
Show me what the mystics know
I want to see what those misfits know
Show me what the mystics know
Show me what the mystics know
Sitting up there in their long white robes
Drinking that crazy potion they drink
Smoking that funky leaf that they smoke
That makes 'em see that makes 'em see
Show me what the mystics know
What the cliffs and the ocean and the wind knows, show
I want to see what those misfits know
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Show me what the mystics know
What Loatse and Gurdjieff and Rumi know
I want to see if the glove fits, show
Me, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All the things that you know, well now I know them too
Don't let your weakness, don't let it fool you.
I want to know if they knew
That the oceans breathe like me and you
I want to know if they knew
And I want to know if they knew
That there ain't no Escape from the only thing that's true
That's you, you, you
Show me what the mystics know
What the cliffs and the ocean and the wind knows show
I want to see what those misfits know
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If my melody is all that I sing
Then let it be so and let it be what I bring
If that's all I'm gonna play then so be it
If that's all I gotta say then that's just it
Show me what the mystics know
What you and me and your friends and we all know
I want to see if the glove fits, show
Me, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All the things that you know, well now I know them too
Don't let your weakness, don't let it fool you
All the things that you know, well now I know them too
Don't let your weakness, don't let it fool you
Writer/s: Paul Josephs
