Well, you say you want freedom
There ain't nothing you wouldn't do
Well, you're reaching, but not looking
'Cause the Truth is right in front of you
You can't win it
You can't smoke it
You can't chant till the morning to make it
Oh, love in a yielded heart
Is the only way you can feel it
Well, Bob Dylan he can't free you
And John Lennon can't see what's inside of you
And Alice Cooper can just freak you
He can't show you the way or lead you
The Spirit in a yielded heart
Is the only thing that can lead you
To love, sweet love
Well, it says right there in God's Holy Book
That you'll keep on seeing and hearing
But your eyes will close and your minds will dull
And your ears will refuse to listen
But Jesus, sweet Jesus, sweet Jesus
He freed me... and He can free you, too
With love, sweet love, Holy love, sweet love, love
