We raise our hats to the hand molding us
We raise our hats to the strange phenomena
We raise our hats to the strange phenomena
Om mani padme hum
Soul-birds of a feather flock together
He has the answer, he has the answer
You know there's something wrong
Then into another you only thought about last night
"G arrives, funny, had a feeling he was on his way"
But you don't know where from
Om mani padme, om mani padme
We raise our hats to the hand molding us
You bump into a friend you haven't seen for a long time
You go out, it turns up again and again
But you don't want to believe in a premonition
We know what they're all going to say
He has the answer, he has the answer
And a word that won't go away
Every girl knows about the punctual blues
Om mani padme, om mani padme
Sure 'nuff he has the answer
But who's to know the power behind our moves?
A day of coincidence with the radio
Sure 'nuff he has the answer
You pick up a paper, you read a name
Soul-birds of a feather flock together
You hear your sister calling for you
