The Prophet - The Lovin' Spoonful

Ask the children what you want to know

Light the night for me

Use the road when the prophet go

Though your eyes can’t see

I wonder why you cruel inside her

And back when you find no one

Alone and cried, you stayed to die

Working hard and having no fun

Rest your oars and drift ashore

Let yourself let out and run

Step us in, na na na…

Sweetly filled from the tender well

Drink to all you need

I hear you cry while you’re preaching crime

To the ways love should’ve been done

Be the smile, and open wide

Lift your face into the sun

Na na na…