| The morning of the night before I’m wide awake and thinking of you |
| How no one in this universe could make me do the things that you do |
| Is no rhyme or reason why you’d ever stop believing in me |
| You took me to another world and told me 'bout the things that you see |
| You had the gift and you gave it to me |
| Opened up and I’m still wondering |
| Awakened up and I was able to see |
| The vision thing, you got that vision thing |
| The vision thing, you got that vision thing |
| Raised with revolution, I could find no solution outside |
| I’d fall and fail a million times before the day when I get it right |
| I walked into an empty room and came across a version of me |
| You opened up the world you new and told me 'bout that vision you’ve seen |
| You had the gift and you showed me the path |
| Showed me the way that I could understand |
| I opened up and I was able to see |
| The vision thing, you got that vision thing |
| I opened up and I’m still wondering |
| The vision thing, you got that vision thing |
| You had the gift and you gave it to me |
| Opened up and I’m still wondering |
| Awakened up and I was able to see |
| The vision thing, you got the vision thing |
| You had the gift and you showed me the path |
| Showed me the way that I could understand |
| I opened up and I was able to see |
| The vision thing, you got that vision thing |
| The vision thing, you got that vision thing |
| The vision thing, you got that vision thing |