You may be in London, waiting on a train.
You may be in Paris, dancing on a stage.
Or shooting the curl in Bali or down South drinking sweet tea.
You may be glued to the television,
As happy
As Larry.

You may be a doctor, giving up the ghost.
You may be a short order cook, fixing grits and toast.
Whenever,
Wherever,
Whoever you are,
Let it be
Plain to see.
It's time to reach for
Something higher.
Everybody hears the need.

Tuning in around the world,
All you boys and all you girls.
Tune in till ya drown the noise,
All you girls and all you boys.
Tune it in and hum along.
Let it lift the woebegone.
Tune it in around the world,
All you boys and all you girls.

Well I say,
It may be your birthday,
Or it may be your last.
As a kid you couldn't wait to get old.
Now the years fly by too fast.
Whenever,
Wherever,
Whoever you are,
Let it be plain
To see.
No time,
No place,
Nobody but you
Will keep you from your knees.

I say.

Tuning in around the world,
All you boys and all you girls.
Tune in till ya drown the noise,
All you girls and all you boys.
Tune it in and hum along.
Let it lift the woebegone.
Tune it in around the world,
All you boys and all you girls.

Let the truth fill up our lives.
Let the choir fire up and over.
The renewal of our minds
Is never over till it's over.

And where our treasure is,
That's where our hearts will be,
So take my will
And set me
Tuning into You,
Tuning outta me.

Tuning in around the world,
All you boys and all you girls.
Tune in till ya drown the noise,
All you girls and all you boys.

By Peter Furler, Phil Joel, Steve Taylor