It's in a stroke of a brush   It's in the wave of a hand   And a view so bright   It turns the world   And makes all right      Yet seems to say, come what may   You will be what you will   With a brush stroke of fate   You will have to think again   If you touch by it all   Lucky to be brushed by it all      Than walk a crooked mile   In a worn out smile   That you found on the ground   Somebody else threw it down   Looks like that you're the next blessed in town      It's in a verse that you read   It's in the tune in your head   That makes all light   Turns your world   Illuminates life      And makes you see   All the love within   Is still yet to come out   Like the word, as a bang   You have to think again   And get touched by it all      Than walk in single file   In a worn out smile   That you found on the ground   Somebody else threw it down   Looks like you're the next blessed in town      [Incomprehensible]   So the word, as a bang   You will have to think again   Than walk in single file   In a worn out smile   That you found on the ground   Looks like you're the next blessed in town