Downtown Annie’s pub on Friday night Nursing my whiskey in the neon light Fellow next to me, three beers in Says Chuck, “what’s this Wayism thing?” I shifted on my stool, looked down at my drink We don’t like to tell people what to think But something in his eyes, the way he asked Maybe this old boy’s ready at last
It’s ancient, old as Paradise It’s the purpose, the reason, the meaning we’re all here It’s ancient, old as Paradise The path we walk when the way becomes clear
I said look, I ain’t no preacher kinda man Don’t want ya thinkin’ I got some master plan But you’re askin’, maybe you’re meant to hear So lemme see, if I can make this clear
Human life is a school. A school for souls Like caterpillars crawling ‘fore we fly We’re here to learn, to grow, to answer the call Earth-bound returning, ’tll were spirit butterflies
Experience an’ learning — then Becoming That’s the rhythm, that’s the way it goes Every heartbreak, every moment of living Another lesson your ancient soul knows
It’s ancient, old as Paradise It’s the purpose, the reason, the meaning we’re all here It’s ancient, old as Paradise The path we walk when the way becomes clear
Everything is energy, friend — that’s it Even our Father and Mother in heaven up there They’re energy too in the end All are connected — everywhere
That’s it, now buy me that beer You made me work for my drink tonight He started up, “yeah but what about —” I said nah buddy, go read a book, alright?
It’s about love, simplicity and humbleness Experience and thinking ‘bout It — is where its at I gave him what he needed to start The rest? That’s between him and his heart
“Philosophies and religions — just entertainment” Now where’s that beer you owe me?
Now where’s that beer you owe me?