Brushed

It's in a stroke of a brush It's in the wave of a hand And a view so bright It turns the world And makes all right Yet seems to say Come what may You will be what you will With a brush stroke of fate You will have to think again If you touch by it all Lucky to be brushed by it all Than walk a crooked mile In a worn out smile That you found on the ground Somebody else threw it down Looks like that you're the next bessed in town It's in a verse that you read It's in the tune in your head That makes all light Turns your world Illuminates life And makes you see All the love within Is still yet to come out Like the word - as a bang! You may have to think again And get touched by it all Than walk in single file In a worn out smile That you found on the ground Somebody else threw it down Looks like you're the next blessed in town --- Brushed - Paul Weller