Natural Mystic -Bob

[zginga]

There's a natural mystic blowing through the air;
If you listen carefully now you will hear.
This could be the first trumpet; might as well be the last:
Many more will have to suffer, many more will have to die.
don't ask me why.

I say, things are not the way they used to be,
Don't tell no lies;
One and all got to face reality now.
Though I've tried to find the answers to all the questions they ask.
Though I know it's impossible to go living through my past;
Don't keep us down.