Eyes of the World (Grateful Dead)

Lyrics

Right outside this lazy summer home
Ain't got time to call your soul a critic, no
Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home
Wonderin the nut-thatch winter, wings a mile long just carry 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

Comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away
Follows behind him his wagon, and it's loaded with clay
Scenes that were silent all burst into bloom and decay
Night comes so quiet, and it's soft 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 we live in your home
Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone
Sometimes the songs that we sing 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