I grew up on those New York streets
Just beginning to realize
History stays stuck on "Repeat"
'Til we wake up and open our ears and eyes

Listen for the spirit in the music
And when you feel it, let it soothe your soul
Listen for the spirit in the music
And when you hear it, let it guide you home

Met a wise musician, back in my Detroit days
The brother gave me some strong advice, yeah
"Put true feelings in your songs"
And when he'd spoken that old school way
I felt a chill, cold as ice

Listen for the spirit in the music
And when you feel it, let it soothe your soul
Listen for the spirit in the music
And when you hear it, let it guide you home

Listen for the spirit in the music
And when you feel it, let it soothe your soul
Listen for the spirit in the music
And when you hear it, let it guide you home
Oh, I remember
Yes, I remember, when I was a young man
My anger would often overflow
Trying to right the wrongs
But I didn't yet understand
Everybody, everybody reaps what they sow

Listen for the spirit in the music
And when you feel it, let it soothe your soul
Listen for the spirit in the music
And when you hear it, let it guide you home

Listen for the spirit in the music
And when you feel it, let it soothe your soul
Listen for the spirit in the music
And when you hear it, let it guide you home