| Some | |||
| Make | |||
| Music | |||
| Some | |||
| Move | |||
| To | |||
| Music | |||
| But the | |||
| Only | |||
| Ones | |||
| Who worry me are those who | |||
| Aren't | |||
| Touched by | |||
| Music | |||
| Ones who live life | |||
| Away from | |||
| Rhythm | |||
| Lost from the sound | |||
| Melodies of | |||
| Living | |||
| Life | |||
| What is it that | |||
| They | |||
| Lost | |||
| Out of sync | |||
| Trapped in silence | |||
| Stiff and | |||
| Stifled | |||
| Must be such a very | |||
| Sad | |||
| Way | |||
| Days locked away | |||
| Inside | |||
| Not touched by | |||
| Life | |||
| Music | |||
| Joy of my | |||
| Days | |||
| How would I | |||
| Get | |||
| By | |||
| Without | |||
| Brings me | |||
| Up when I am | |||
| Down | |||
| Moves me when I am | |||
| Still | |||
| Touches my | |||
| Soul | |||
| Way | |||
| That | |||
| We | |||
| Try to match the | |||
| Rhythms that | |||
| Are | |||
| Life | |||
| Each living thing | |||
| Moves to its own | |||
| Beat | |||
| It's everywhere | |||
| Around us | |||
| Fiber of | |||
| Living | |||
| Got to try | |||
| Bring it to our | |||
| Hearts | |||
| Sing the songs | |||
| Follow the beat | |||
| Flow with the | |||
| Sound | |||