...Meditate - 786...

Lyrics:

You movin around place to place
Feet are sore, it's in your face
Since he died you can't stop
Punchin in around the clock

Where's your heart? Slow your pace
Think some more to win this race
Hands can grind, skin can bruise
Kill your faith and you will lose

Move slow
Think twice
Meditate
Wouldn't that be nice?

Move slow
Think twice
Meditate
wouldn’t that be nice?

Gold or green, the money train
Rides too fast, brings the pain
you feed your mouth, what do you feed your soul?
You're dressed up in diamonds and left all alone

What would he say? Think he can't see?
His youngest daughter, guess you wanna be free
It's not my place but anyway
Slow on down and meditate

Move slow
Think twice
Meditate
Wouldn't that be nice?
Move slow
Think twice
Meditate
Wouldn't that be nice?


Move slow
Think twice
Meditate
Wouldn't that be nice?
Move slow
Think twice
Meditate
Wouldn't that be nice?