Eye is to the body as a thought is to the soul
They`re both a lamp whose sharpness I control
Beauty lingers `bout as long as flattery my friend
That door doesn`t let out but lets back in
I was full of everything, my eyes put on this plate
Full of joy I`m needing, less of late
I can return love to You the best that I know how
I believe my worth has been redeemed
And I can be a new man now
Flatterers can fill a room as readily as this
The devil goes to dinner amidst their bliss
Following the need will lead me farther from truth`s well
Then only to be filled with what I miss
I`m a new man, I`m a new man
Like I said, there`s always room where one keeps all things dear
I`ll shrink away from sight and thought and evil that appears
I`m a new man, I`m a new man.