Listen Here

When you’re still do you hear One small voice, crystal clear, Saying “Listen here, my friend, listen here?” Well, that voice is your own, and it speaks to you alone. “You can count on me,” it says. “So listen here.” This is you, this is real This is truly the way you feel You can run, you can hide, Oh, but sometime, someplace, We each of us winds up face-to-face With that little voice inside So we hope and we yearn, And we live and sometimes learn From that little voice that whispers crystal clear And we each hear the call, ‘cause it’s calling to us all “Follow me,” it says, “Never fear. Listen here, old friend. Listen here, dummy. Listen here.”