Take a look around, baby

Tell me what you see

'Cause what you see is what you found

What you found is what you need and

Life is hard

There's a feeling on the Boulevard

Everybody's got to play a final card a way to go do the deed

Throw the punches like Apollo Creed

'Cause there's a bunch of ways to make it bleed I know



Well, the words of the prophets are no longer written on the Subway walls

One of them lost his hair

The other publishes poetry here and there and that is all

But, the things you said to me I cannot forget although I try

To ignore the space beside me where we used to love and you would lie



Chorus:

She gets the feeling

She gets the feeling

Up through the ceiling is the only view

As I was walking out the door she said see

You don't want to go around the world with me



The San Francisco blues it was a piece of news to me

It was a little blue book and a night time nook of Zen philosophy late at night

A man desires a woman white, black, tan, but the fires are flamed by names and traces and the places and the faces but it's all the same in the morning game when



She gets the feeling

She gets the feeling

Up through the ceiling is the only view

As I was walking out the door she said see

Why don't you want to come around the world with me



Bridge:

Everyday I climb the mountain and

Everyday I drive a car

Every night I turn the lights off

It goes too far

Woh, woh, woh, woh...



Chorus

She gets the feeling

She gets the feeling

Up through the ceiling is the only view

She says baby I just can't believe

You don't want to go around the world with me



She gets the feeling (Repeat)

-acapo