THE GROOVE
By Neil Merryweather
Close your stained glass eyelids on the world if you can
Technicolor dream yourself away Well you're ten feet off the ground
Oh but you're still looking down
At your feet as you walk away From where you stood just yesterday
Hey, turn it over once again
Be a one man band and make your play
Now you played the fools while you were payin' your dues
Makin' the news with the who of whos
Climbing over the top
You're the cream of the crop
They hear what you're putting out
You're a real big show to those in the know
They got their sights on you
Yeh, they're watching your every move
So you better make sure
That you're in THE GROOVE
You're an ordinary man
With extraordinary hands
Playin' your guitar like a shooting star
Hey you're layin' it on the line
Screamin' as you blow their minds
They buy you while you're hot
But shoot you down in flames
If you're not
What you think you are
The kind of rock and roll star that makes the grade
Well you played the blues
While you were payin' your dues
Makin' the news with the who of whos
Climbing over the top
You're the cream of the crop
They hear what you're putting out
You're a real big show to those in the know
They got their sights on you
They're watching your every move
So you better make sure
That you're in THE GROOVE