Secular Praise - Timothy B. Schmit

When I was a little boy

I had a lot of friends

Running up and down the streets

'Til the day’s end

There was nothing that we could not do

Superman strong

Keepers of the neighborhood

Then we all went home

Time rolls by

But it all seems like the wink of an eye

Now I look straight ahead and smile

We had a lot to dream about

Music filled our minds

Sailing all around our heads

In perfect time

(And I say)

Hallelujah

Gonna shout it out

Gonna say it again

Hallelujah

Gonna breathe it in

I like the smell of an open field

Don’t mind a city street

I walk along singing to myself

To make ends meet

Don’t go to church, but I feel the weight

Some people think I’m shy

Still I hope to shake the hand of fate

Before I die

I don’t know

Why some have less and some have more

All my sorrow could all fit in a bedroom drawer

So many lessons from way back then

But still I wish I knew

How I became the lucky one

To be with you

(And I say)

Hallelujah

Gonna shout it out

Gonna say it again

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Gonna shout it out

Gonna say it again

Hallelujah

Gonna breathe it in