Karaoké Eyes of the World Grateful Dead

Right outside this lazy summer home

You ain't got time to call your soul a critic no

Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home

Wondering where the nut-hatch winters

Wings a mile long just carried the bird away

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world

The heart has its beaches

Its homeland and thoughts of its own

Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings

The heart has its seasons

Its evenings and songs of its own

There comes a redeemer and he slowly too fades away

There follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay

And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom and decay

And night comes so quiet

It's close on the heels of the day

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world

The heart has its beaches

Its homeland and thoughts of its own

Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings

The heart has its seasons

Its evenings and songs of its own

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own

Sometimes we visit your country and live in your home

Sometimes we ride on your horses

Sometimes we walk alone

Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world

The heart has its beaches

Its homeland and thoughts of its own

Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings

The heart has its seasons

Its evenings and songs of its own