Pure Of Heart - Stevie Jackson

Sitting with my lunchbox

Plain bread «Mother's Pride»

Brown crust on the outside

I couldn’t take my eyes off her

She was playing and I was staying pure of heart

From boy to man, the awkward stance

The guitar chords and also-rans

The brown suede for the 60's look

The out of timeness, fashion blindness

All the same I remained pure of heart

Dreaming of fame and all its glory

The main thing I longed for was love

The main thing I longed for was love

The scent of togetherness

The lavender upon her dress

The girl in the garret stepping into time

Lovers, friends, let friends be lovers

Now I know, I’ll need no other

I am pure of heart

Explorations there to find

Ego-tripping on my mind

Too late for the garret, to the garret I said goodbye

Lavender girl just shook her head and smiled and said

«Where's the Pure of Heart?»

Flatter all the lovers you call friends

Who knows who is true and who pretends

Back to the starting post

Back to what means the most

Take a look at all that I have learned

Need a friend to be my lover

And I know there’ll be other

I’ll be pure of heart

Come on take my hand and make me pure of heart