[verse one] Your friends think me old fashioned And ridicule my faith They push me to the sidelines And carry you away The gatekeepers of culture The curators of thought Preferring self determination To any good that can be taught [pre-chorus] I wanna spark imagination Restore your memory Of meaning, justice, beauty, And instincts of dignity [verse two] Appealing to your reason I pull you to the side But my logic comes across as cold You think I just like being right It doesn’t feed your hunger It doesn’t slake your thirst Or satisfy your heart’s longing For the love you knew at first [pre-chorus] I wanna spark imagination Restore your memory Of meaning, justice, beauty, And instincts of dignity [chorus] Just because you will not hear me Doesn’t mean I am not right But instead of words and reason I should fight a different fight Not just alternate thinking Though that may be a start From now on I’ll be singing Of the matters of the heart [guitar slide to a hard stop] [pre-chorus] I wanna spark imagination Restore your memory Of meaning, justice, beauty, And instincts of dignity [chorus] Just because you will not hear me Doesn’t mean I am not right But instead of words and reason I should fight a different fight Not just alternate thinking Though that may be a start From now on I’ll be singing Of the matters of the heart
