Well, you say you want freedom

There ain't nothing you wouldn't do

Well, you're reaching, but not looking

'Cause the Truth is right in front of you

You can't win it

You can't smoke it

You can't chant till the morning to make it



Oh, love in a yielded heart

Is the only way you can feel it



Well, Bob Dylan he can't free you

And John Lennon can't see what's inside of you

And Alice Cooper can just freak you

He can't show you the way or lead you



The Spirit in a yielded heart

Is the only thing that can lead you

To love, sweet love



Well, it says right there in God's Holy Book

That you'll keep on seeing and hearing

But your eyes will close and your minds will dull

And your ears will refuse to listen



But Jesus, sweet Jesus, sweet Jesus

He freed me... and He can free you, too

With love, sweet love, Holy love, sweet love, love