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