Heyawunaho, energy flows where attention goes
 For the gift of the present, we owe it to the moment
 We owe it to the moment
 Heyawunaho, energy flows where attention goes
 For the grace of the presence, we owe it to the moment

 No reason, no rhyme
 Not even to be grateful
 No reason to be here at all
 The more I learn the less I know for sure
 I am reminded
 Each new belief is a limit itself to be transcended

 No victim, no crime
 So [bad word] they can still call me criminal?
 So many people doing time
 It's easy to get cynical
 When there just is not enough justice

 Take a slice out of life
 Everybody's got to own their own little piece of it
 Well [bad word] I've got mine
 And never do I wonder, could I really ever do without it?

 Heyawunaho, energy flows where attention goes
 For the gift of the present, we owe it to the moment
 We owe it to the moment
 Heyawunaho, energy flows wherever attention goes
 For the grace of the presence, we owe it to the moment

 [bad word] to the moment
 This is it, this is all you get
 So, just receive the info and then flow
 But be prepared to here no
 Suppressing the pressure
 The pressure is on to live right
 What's right, now that democracy might
 Prove to be a fallacy and dwindle away
 To the injustice prison today

 There will be those who try to deny and oppose you
 There will be others still whose aim is but to use you
 Don't let them bring you down
 Don't let them disappoint thee
 Their eyes will never see [bad word] of the glory
 Sunrise, no surprise another spectral morning
 Open my eyes to find a brand new day is dawning
 Must be the season or the silence
 That gives my lover's whispered words
 The innocence of songbird

 Heyawunaho, energy flows where attention goes
 For the gift of the present, we owe it to the moment
 We owe it to the moment
 Heyawunaho, energy flows where attention goes
 For the grace of the presence, we owe it to the moment