She kept her front door open,
They call her Miss Rachel,
When she'd open her heart
to where neighbors in the O,
Lived there too, and when I did,
She drove that bus through the cuts where most
white folks could never live,
And I... had a woman in my family,
Who I could identify with a certain way, yes,
I could play my music under
One of the first songs ever
Sat with her in the pickup truck
and played that shit real loud,
I had my proud face on when
Her claps were heard from the back,
No [?] and things, we never trace,
In fact, she liked the Simple Man song,
This woman ran strong, her energy is long,
Miss Busdriver, can't find my way home,
Can you pick my spirit up and take
can you play music for your folks,
I'm kinda down I need to hear the notes
Can you pick my spirit up and take
can you play music for your folks,
You're not around but I can feel
A willingness to expose your soul,
Give it all in a gaze, of love,
Compassion for your fellow
So there, I guess he needed
Who would never charge an angel a fare,
Just get them all to care for
and whisper in the ear to kill the fear,
Her mother Helen taught them
Some men would take it like a sour lemon,
And scrounge their face up,
Don't raise your hands up,
She'd get the band up in Ellis Street,
Make a fellow tap his feet,
Now a part of the universal tapestry,
Mom and Dad and Rachel on the tag team,
And man, if you ask me, it's not sad,
It's actually an angel that we needed in the brinks
to harmonize planetary harmony and [?]
Can you pick my spirit up and take
can you play music for your folks,
I'm kinda down I need to hear the notes
Can you pick my spirit up and take
can you play music for your folks,
You're not around but I can feel