You may be in london,
  waiting on a train
  you may be in paris
  dancing on a stage
  or shooting the curl in bali or
  down south drinking sweet tea
  you may be glued to the television
  as happy
  as larry
  you may be a doctor,
  giving up the ghost
  you may be a short order cook
  fixing grits and toast
  whenever
  wherever
  whoever you are
  let it be
  plain to see
  it's time to reach for
  something higher
  everybody hears the need
  tuning in around the world
  all you boys and all you girls
  tune in till ya drown the noise
  all you girls and all you boys
  tune it in and hum along
  let it lift the woebegone
  tune it in around the world
  all you boys and all you girls
  it may be your birthday
  or it may be your last
  as a kid you couldn't wait to get old
  now the years fly by to fast
  whenever
  wherever
  whoever you are
  let it be plain
  to see
  no time
  no place
  nobody but you
  will keep you from your
  knees
  let the truth fill up our lives
  let the choir fire up and over
  the renewal of our minds is
  never over till it's over
  and where our treasure is
  that's where our hearts will be
  so take my will
  and set me
  tuning into you
  tuning outta me.