Clapton Eric Inside Of Me Lyrics

Inside Of Me Lyrics

The point on the water, there's a change in the air,

 A vibe in the darkness but there's nobody there.

 I look for the reason but there's nothing to see,

 Just a hole in my memory where my mind used to be.

 

 Tell me why

 Can I find no relief in my heart.

 I reside

 In a world that has fallen apart.

 

 Out of my mind, baby, show me a sign, baby,

 Show me a way to get back on time, please.

 Where do we go, baby, how will I know?

 Who holds the key, is it hidden inside of me?

 

 But why should I worry and why do I care

 When this road that I walk on is going nowhere.

 I stand and I study every face in the crowd,

 See the fear in their eyes, they must be thinking out loud.

 

 Chorus

 

 Scratching the surface, it all looks the same;

 A world full of anger with no one to blame.

 But who can I turn to? Who holds the key?

 And who has the answer? I think it's inside of me.

 

 Chorus

 

 Chorus

 

 All things considered it looks as though Utopia were far closer to us than

 anyone, only fifteen years ago, could have imagined. Then, I projected it
six

 hundred years into the future. Today it seems quite possible that the
horror

 may be upon us within a single century. That is, if we refrain from blowing

 ourselves to smithereens in the interval. Indeed, unless we choose to

 decentralize and to use applied science, not as the end to which human
beings

 are to be made the means, but as the means to producing a race of free

 individuals, we have only two alternatives to choose from: either a number
of

 national militarized totalitarianisms, having as their root the terror of
the

 atomic bomb and as their consequence the destruction of civilization (or,
if

 the warfare is limited, the perpetuation of militarism); or else one

 supranational totalitarianism, called into existence by the social chaos

 resulting from rapid technological progress in general and the atomic

 revolution in particular, and developing, under the need for efficiency and

 stability, into the welfare-tyranny of Utopia. You pays your money and you

 takes your choice.

 

 {The quote is the final paragraph of the foreward to Aldous Huxley's "Brave

 New World", transcribed here in its entirety.}