I can remember when,
I was down in Alabama my heart strings broken again.
Somebody had the news,
She was a three time loser I had to chose her to win.
And every night was a lonely night I just didn’t feel right, I was searching for the Inner Light.
I still recall the time, I was a high night flyer a rainbow rider.
Shaking the body down ,
Easy women…my head still spinning now.
Every day I was up by three it was easy for me…never knew I couldn’t see.
We still go back, trying it one more time.
I still go back, following this heart of mine.
I go down there hoping she just won’t lie.
She just don’t care…talking ‘bout the Inner Light.

So here we go back, to give it one more try.
I go back, following this heart of mine.
I go down there hoping that she just won’t lie.
She don’t care…talking ‘bout the Inner Light.
Talking ‘bout the light.
Talking ‘bout the Inner Light.
Talking ‘bout the light.
I’m talking ‘bout the Inner Light.
-Graham Goble