Sitting with my lunchbox, plain bread “Mother's Prideâ€
Brown crust on the outside
I couldn't take my eyes off her
She was playing and I was staying
PURE OF HEART
From boy to man, the awkward stance, the guitar chords and also-rans
The brown suede for the 60's look
The out of timeness, fashion blindness
All the same I remained
PURE OF HEART
Dreaming of Fame and all its glory
The main thing I longed for was Love
The main thing I longed for was Love
The scent of togetherness, the lavender upon her dress
The girl in the garret stepping into time
Lovers, friends let friends be lovers
Now I know, I'll need no other, I am
PURE OF HEART
Explorations there to find, Ego-tripping on my mind
Too late for the garret, to the garret I said Goodbye
Lavender girl just shook her head and smiled and said
“Where's the Pure of Heart?â€
Flatter all the lovers you call friends
Who knows who is true and who pretends
Back to the starting post, back to what means the most
Take a look at all that I have learned
Need a friend to be my lover
And I know there'll be other
I'll be Pure of Heart
Come on take my hand and make me
PURE OF HEART