Well, we went out past the city limits   Trying to get a better point of view   You were staring hard at me   I was staring back at you      And you said I was being secretive   Said, yes maybe you're right   But if there is logic in any of this madness   You'll find it in my eyes      And be good, be kind, be truthful and feel free   And keep your wholly loving eyes on me      I've got a history of questions   The truth I can only feel   What matters to me the most   Is what is there and what is real      We could start by shaking each other   And talk about something else   And I know in the end we can get to the point   And we can go and get some rest      And be good, be kind, be truthful and feel free   And keep your wholly loving eyes on me      Is it not written in the music?   Is it not painted in the skies?   It's time we stopped talking about soft drinks   started talking about our lives      There are answers in the music   And there are answers in the words   And if we stopped talking in circles   We might get closer to the earth      And be good, be kind, be truthful and feel free   And keep your wholly loving eyes on me