I met a man in Delhi Ontario
We went driving for to see him through some February snow
He reminded me of someone I think I used to know
But ain't that the way that it goes?
Ain't that the way it goes?

We was looking for a bodhran to round out our sound
Playing for St. Pat in Waterloo town
We didn't find no drummer, but so much more instead
There ain't nothing like that eye in your head
No there ain't nothing like that eye in your head.

Ch; Pleased to meet you again my name is Oz
I've grown tired of the lights and applause
This whole universe is just light and sound
So I'll stoke the fire bring your fiddle around
I'll stoke the fire bring your fiddle around.

Over in the living room we was playing for our meal
It got to feeling like a family ordeal
Blowing out our lungs in a conch symphony
Cause there ain't nothing like them binaural beats.
Ain't nothing like them binaural beats.

I make drums for a living, to creates to be god
And life sure turned out to be more than I thought
I used to believe it was all one big show
But there ain't nothing like divine ratio
There ain't nothing like that divine ratio.

Ch.

Well isn't the Gita a mighty fine book?
Whenever I'm troubled it's in it I look.
But always be a seeker man, don't pretend to know.
Still there ain't nothing like that immortal soul,
No there ain't nothing like that immortal soul.

When you have the mic you're a magician he said,
It'll give you a chance to get in to folks' heads.
So go out in the world and don't forget to sing,
'Cause there ain't nothing like the way that we dream,
No there ain't nothing like the way that we dream.

Ch.