Bring Her Back to the 70's

What do you think that happens with the dead When all physical laws are involved Do they even observe Do they decide or even listen The soul is the soul Or some sort of conscious control So if I’d ask you where to take her I’d say let her see the blue skies Let her see the meaning of time Let her walk all of her steps back Or bring her back to the 70’s Bring her back to the 70’s Grab a bit of consciousness from here and there Get lost in the wild only of the good Get lost in the wild only with your sense Let her consume only of the good Grab a stream of consciousness And let it guide you home Where you belong And all of that Which once you left Which then you missed Then you fetched But never got Maybe she can see How everything is made Maybe she can see her kids everyday Wouldn’t it be lovely if you could Wouldn’t it be lovely if you could Bring her back to the 70’s Maybe she can see How everything is made Maybe she can see her kids everyday Wouldn’t it be lovely if you could Wouldn’t it be lovely if you could Bring her back to the 70’s Bring her back to the 70’s