I met a man, a wise old man, the day I lost my pride. He told me he belonged to me but from me he would hide. And that I would not hear his voice until I learned to sing. Now every time I sing I know that I belong. Belong to him. Singing O why... Singing O why... He told me he would teach me everything I tried to know. He made me see that you and me are dreamers in a show. And when the days were darkest then he lit them with his moons. And then we crossed the rainbow bridge but we came back... Came back too soon... Singing O why... Singing O why... He showed me where he was Atman that man I could not see. He pointed to the sky until a ladder I could see. I climbed for many lives to find the secret golden flower. And then I woke and found I'd slept for less than half... Than half an hour. Singing O why... Singing O why... He brought us back together then when I was all alone. He made me see I was not just of earth and skin and bone. O it makes you feel so beautiful you can tell your Self apart. Everytime you listen to the wise man in your heart. Singing O why... Singing O why...