North wind blows on August days, September asks me in,
Almost twenty years gone by; wish I could start again,
If I could make it true, the difference would be seen,
Down and flat on broken ground, the whole of my soul clean.

Oh, I've wasted so much time doing things that never count,
I'm backed into a corner now, and I see no real way out.

Spirit flows through worlds unseen; so hard to control,
Only choices change its course, developing the soul.

Oh, I've wasted so much time doing things that never count,
I'm backed into a corner now, and I see no real way out.

But I know there's a place where time is null; it has no application,
And I know I'm going there someday ' I kneel in adoration.

Groove is in the heart,
Groove is in the heart,
Groove is in the heart,
Groove is in the heart,
Jesus in the groove,
Jesus in the groove.

There's no way out,
There's no way out,
There's no way out,
There's no way out.

If I could make it true, the difference would be seen,
Down and flat on broken ground, the whole of my soul clean.

Oh, I've wasted so much time doing things that never count,
I'm backed into a corner now, and I see no real way out.