Spirit, Soul & a Handful of Mud

 

I was really freaked out just the other day

Another good friend had to go away

Something took him down in his prime

And I’m left here just doing time

We’re all just made of flesh and blood

Spirit and soul and a handful of mud

I’d live forever if I only could

Spirit and soul and a handful of mud

 

Spirit and soul and a handful of mud

 

Between being born and an early grave

You can’t buy happy with the money you save

Something fundamental in your core

That turned from a whisper to a mighty roar

We’re busy doing wrong but we’d like to do good

It beats in your heart and flows in your blood

We’d like to be strong if we only could

Spirit and soul and a handful of mud

 

Spirit and soul and a handful of mud

 

I’m not such a fool to think you can buy it

Possess it and keep it in a cage

I choose to be open and endlessly try it

And constantly engage

With the music and the mystic and the beauty and the words

That leap right off the page

And the sun and the moon and the stars and the earth

And all the sacred ways

Spirit and soul and a handful of mud

 

Spirit and soul and a handful of mud

 

I’d like to take the minutes that fly away

And save them in a bottle for another day

And when I was thirsty I’d drink my fill

‘Cause living is easy with time to kill

Like flowers pressed between a page

A moment of beauty in the constant rage

I can’t let go but I know I should

Spirit and soul and a handful of mud

 

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