Aeon of Aquarius Blues

You’re better, but I still can’t make out a word

You’re better, but I still can’t make out a word

You’re speaking in tongues, but you’re free as a bird

I’m better, but Lord it don’t mean much

I’m better, but Lord it don’t mean much

Better ‘ain't much better if I still don’t feel your touch

You’re better, but somehow I can’t get through

You’re better, but somehow I can’t get through

Better ‘ain't much better if I still don’t have you

I miss you, you know I don’t mince words

I miss you, you know I don’t mince words

I just want to kiss you, but you’re out flying with birds