Mister Magic Breaks A Sweat.

Can you hear the protest songs?
See the believers in the streets?
Do you understand their furious words?
Feel the asphalt beneath their feet?
Through rosy glasses, observe their world,
Like minnows in a stream.
Dear Mister Magic, open your doors,
Your mind, open your eyes.
These bright beads of hope, found
On your brow and upper lip,
Are signs towards our future, yes,
Tonight, our world spins 'round.