It's not what you're doing
It's the current deep below
It's not what you're thinking
It's the passion that doesn't show

And it's the smile in your heart
As it's tearing apart
Talking about your soul

It's not what you're buying
Don't need a guru or a priest
It's not what you're selling
Though some may offer you a piece

And it's the pools in your eyes
When a human thing dies
Talking about your soul

Doesn't matter who you are
Doesn't matter 'bout your scar
Brother, you got your soul

Doesn't matter what they steal
They can't touch anything real
Sister, hang on to your soul

(guitar solo)

Doesn't matter who you are
Doesn't matter 'bout your scar
Brother, you got your soul

Doesn't matter what they steal
They can't touch anything real
Sister, hang on to your soul

Doesn't matter how I change
Deep inside I'm still the same
Father, that's my soul

Doesn't matter where we go
I'll always love you and I'll know you
Mother, by your soul