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