Piece

Well, come take my hand and I'll show you to a place
A spacey place, a place with space
Where there's a vase in a case
And flowers in a vase
And my, my, my

In this world, it's hard to find
Within yourself some piece of mind
I'm a-looking for something I, aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye
Have yet to find some peace of mind

This world makes no sense
Hey, what's up?
How ya doing? Where ya going to?
I need to find a place to go, not to the Alamo
With ho's and bro's standing under mistletoe
My, my, my

In this world, it's hard to find
Within yourself some piece of mind
I'm a-looking for something I, aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye
Have yet to find some peace of mind

TV is good but I like movies better
We'll all be equipped with one of these in the future
Summer is nice but I like autumn better
It suddenly occurred to me with pieces of the picture

This world makes no sense
It's abusive elusive and constantly conflicting
And I wish I could just be a part of it all (just be a part of it all)

In this world, it's hard to find
Within yourself some piece of mind
I'm a-looking for something I, aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye
Have yet to find some peace of mind



Credits
Writer(s): M. Mangini, I. Coppola
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