Up the hill past 694, at the stone wall make a left And I will see you soon, my friend If these old directions still direct, oh yeah If these old directions still direct Is the problem that we can't see or is it that the problem is beautiful to me? Birds of Virginia are flying within you Like background singers they all come in threes Like background singers they all come in threes Won't soul music change now that our souls have turned strange? Once a day, twice a day When on and off collide We'll set our souls aside and walk away We've been raised on replicas Of fake and winding roads And day after day, up on this beautiful stage We've been playing tambourine for minimum wage But we are real, real I know we are real Repair is the dream of the broken thing Like a message broadcast on an overpa** All my favorite singers couldn't sing All my favorite singers couldn't sing My ski vest has bu*tons like convenience store mirrors And they help me see That everything in this room right now is a part of me, oh yeah Is a part of me Won't soul music change now that our souls have turned strange? Once a day, twice a day When on and off collide We'll set our souls aside and walk away Realizing is how it feels Inside when it happens to you So I took a shot of sugar like snow dumped into the blood And children wander off into the ultra-economic But we're real We are real I know we are real I know we are real I know we are real, real, real, real, real