There's been a schism; we've lost our rhythm.
(it's what we used to rely on the world to supply)
What's slowed our pace has nearly stopped our race.
But hey, stay-at-home is not stuck alone.
Turn up the volume, be inspired
dial the inner music even higher.
Let it lead you, even feed you.
Feel the beat? Let me be concrete.
Brass and woodwinds, oh the strings;
soaring, skyward on heavenly wings
wait, be still, in the listening land
see for yourself what's taking your hand.
beat-beat-beat, be bold, be B O L D
flap-flap-flap, behold, be H O L D...
Spirit on high, lift us up, let us fly!
Gliding, soaring, windswept wings
Far above all ordinary things
Upward, onward, take us there
Lift us into the glorious air
Into, into what is best
Rhythm of rhythm, and holy rest.
lift-o-lift, to soar, to SOAR
up-and-up, toward a distant shore
Beat of beats, be bold, be BOLD
flap of wings, take hold, please hold.
Oh, friend rhythm, you've returned
Power and might, you have restored
Life blood, flow, engorge, imbue;
Body and soul, it's you!