When All the Shyfolk Finally Get It On

How beautiful the accidents of harmony
When voices trust themselves enough to sing
How beautiful the accidents of harmony
When voices trust themselves enough to sing
We're all a little too good at advising
I hope to see the sunrise on that day
When we admit we're all just improvising
And all the handbooks finally get thrown away
A time will come when we're not scared of dealing
Of hearts enthralled by opportunity
And love won't have no walls, no floor, no ceiling
We'll all be stoned on possibility

But right now
This is something like time that we're spending
And I don't think
That we're getting our money's worth
Guilt piled up
Like some debt never ending
The rent is steep

We need to seed the soil till meekdom has it's day
And skins are shed from all the shyer bones
No longer will our muses join the traffic jam
We'll feel the flow arise from timid tones
We'll breathe and sigh together just like babies do
And sing to tell each other just like birds
When Blessed Meek inherit wills to get it on
We'll free the slob inside our sloppy words

But ain't it a drag ain't it a drag
When the shit starts a flying
How we all got to prove
That it's not our fault
Instead of cleaning it up
We're more concerned with clearing our own names
But ain't shit shit! SHIT!

A time will come while universal healing
All eyes, all hearts, all passions may come peace
And love will have no walls, no floors, no ceilings
We'll all be stoned on possibility
We'll all be stoned on possibility
We'll all be stoned on possibility
We'll all be stoned on possibility
We'll all be stoned on possibility
We'll all be stoned on possibility
We'll all be stoned on possibility
We'll all be stoned on possibility
We'll all be stoned on possibility
We'll all be stoned on possibility