words and music by Mitch McVicker
There's a driftin' song
I think we all sometimes hear it
When our minds are true and free enough
And there is a spot, inside of countless souls
That longs and yearns to be filled
By that melodic kind of stuff
Blessed are the poor in spirit
Thank God 'cause she's barely got a dime
Chorus
She asked me how I'd change this world
And I couldn't think of nothin' to say
It's a great big old place and so much is changin'
It's all I can do to look out for what's comin' my way
So it makes me think my heart's made of steel
But at least I know it's covered with condensation
'Cause there is a warm spirit of love
That settles down upon my heart
And its cold dark lonely places
Blessed are those who are hungry
Thank God 'cause her hunger never ends
Chorus
She asked me how I'd change this world
And I finally figured out the only way
To change this world for the good or for the better
Is to love with the love that's forever the same
Chorus
(repeat)
Copyright © 1998 White Plastic Bag Music
All rights reserved. Lyrics reprinted by permission.
Drums - Michael Aukofer
Bass - Mark Robertson
Electric Guitar - Kenny Greenberg
Acoustic Guitar, Harmonica - Mitch McVicker
Keyboard, Background Vocal - Rich Mullins
If you think this song is long now, be thankful, because when I originally wrote it, it was about two minutes longer. But I tightened it up and I think it flows nicely now. This was Rich's favorite song.
--Mitch
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Last modified: April 5, 1999