When is it Beautiful

When is it Beautiful
Written By: Jonny Johnson

When is it beautiful to ease in to your skin
When is it beautiful to try something new
When is it beautiful to be the revolution
When is it beautiful to ride with the crew
Girl, won't you tell me
Is the beauty in the night
Is it worth the fight
What's the beauty comin round
Hey girl, won't you show me, show me now?

When is it beautiful to hold order and routine
When is it beautiful to be chaos and steam
When is it beautiful to be master of the machine
When is it beautiful to be pulled by the strings
Girl, won't you tell me
The painters cite Breton
The philosophers cite Nietzsche
What's the beauty comin round
Hey girl, won't you show me, show me now?

Some see themselves all lonesome and whole
Some see them broken among everyone else
Some see themselves on top of the world
Some see them serving everybody else
Girl, won't you tell me
Mothers cite nursery rhymes
Fathers quote the New York Times
What's that beauty coming round
Hey girl, won't you take me, take me now?

Sometimes someone rides the clouds at night
Sometimes someone is trapped in a hell
Sometimes someone can set everything right
Sometimes someone just can't quite tell
Girl, won't you tell me
Some profess their religion
Some play with science
What's that beauty coming round
Hey girl, won't you tell me, tell me now?