“The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.”
If I could be you And you could be me For just one hour If we could find a way To get inside Each other’s mind, mmm If you could see you Through your eyes Instead of your ego I believe you’d be Surprised to see That you’d been blind, mmm
Walk a mile in my shoes Walk a mile in my shoes Hey, before you abuse, criticize and accuse Walk a mile in my shoes
Now your whole world You see around you Is just a reflection And the law of karma Says you’re gonna reap Just what you sow, yes you will So unless You’ve lived a life of Total perfection You’d better be careful Of every stone That you should throw, yeah
And yet we spend the day Throwing stones At one another ‘Cause I don’t think Or wear my hair The same way you do, mmm Well I may be Common people But I’m your brother And when you strike out And try to hurt me It’s a-hurtin’ you, lord have mercy
Walk a mile in my shoes Walk a mile in my shoes Hey, before you abuse, criticize and accuse Walk a mile in my shoes
There are people On reservations And out in the ghettos And brother there But for the grace of God Go you and I, yeah, yeah If I only Had the wings Of a little angel Don’t you know I’d fly To the top of the mountain And then I’d cry
Walk a mile in my shoes Walk a mile in my shoes Hey, before you abuse, criticize and accuse Better walk a mile in my shoes
Walk a mile in my shoes Walk a mile in my shoes Uh, before you abuse, criticize and accuse Walk a mile in my shoes, yeah
Music is your own experience,
your own thoughts,
your wisdom.
If you don’t live it,
it won’t come out of your horn.
They teach you
there’s a boundary line
to music. But, man,
there’s no boundary line to art.