What if it's already here, beckoning today?
Is it standing next to you,
As you wait in that busy intersection?
Is it overwhelming you?
Are you starting to question your direction?
Well, what will you do?
What will you do?
Happy are those...
Blessed are those
Who freely receive
And freely believe
There's a truth that soars and transcends
Our futile beginnings and ends.
What if happy is at hand?
What if happy is at hand?
Do you define it as having things and wanting more?
Is it a magical funhouse of pleasures galore?
But what if you've got it wrong,
And it exceeds mere thrill and satisfaction?
Are you lost among the throng?
Are these thoughts a bewildering distraction?
Will you walk away,
Back to the gray?
Happy are those...
Blessed are those
Who freely receive
And freely believe
There's a truth that soars and transcends
Our futile beginnings and ends.
What if happy is at hand?
What if happy is at hand?
I could heed all the naysayers who insist
That happy's a make-believe wishing well
At the end of an unpredictable quest.
I won't feed my fears; I'll resist
The hopelessness they're so quick to sell.
I'm seeking the realm of the happy and blessed.
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Happy are those...
Blessed are those
Who freely receive
And freely believe
There's a truth that soars and transcends
Our futile beginnings and ends.
What if happy is at hand?
What if happy is at hand?