Listen for the Spirit - Eric Bibb

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