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