When I stop singing
I don't mind 'cause my ears keep ringing out
If my head's in a cloud
It doesn't matter 'cause my heart's still beating

To the rhythm of things
So big they keep getting bigger
The rhythm's in the things on the smaller side
Where the closer you look the more they divide

Change and flow
Could lead in an abstract world
Instead things are whole
Moving along the curves of a circle
Sliding through me
Glide around for all to see
Pride takes from me
My beat in the rhythm of the circle and

The rhythm of things
So big they keep getting bigger
The rhythm's in the things on the smaller side
Where the closer you look the more they divide

The rhythm of the soul is the rhythm of the highway