Some call it action
When you waive satisfaction
When your world splits into factions
Us and them

But I lived at the border
Watching chaos and disorder
And my happiness affords a
Helping hand

Call it kumbaya
Call it hoodoo, brah
And anything between
But when you’re there
And grind despair
Then you’ll know what I mean

Have you met the magic
That can spiral into madness
A hurrican’t of haven’ts
On the waves

Tell me I’ve gone fishin’
But I see you in my visions
As my radio transmits ye
On my way

Call it kumbaya
Call it hoodoo, brah
And anything between
But when you’re there
And grind despair
Then you’ll know what I mean

When the deeps fade to doubts
And there won’t seem no way out
Would you let me show you how
Light makes day?

If I stopped to hear you
Wipe a tear away to see through
While it glistens, in a clear view
Won’t you play?