Bill Withers

If you don't look into your mind
And find out what you're runnin' from
Tomorrow might just be another day to run
If you just sit and waste your time
You'll be goin' where you're comin' from, think about that
Tomorrow might be just another day to run
Someone must control your mind, you're the one
Dark confusion's what you find if you run
I don't want to waste your time
But I'm talkin' to you like a son
Tomorrow might be just another day to run
Oh now, walkin' down the road of life, lookin' for direction
Sometime my mind gets so mixed up, I can't tell lust from affection
Gonna stop in to a roadside church, get my mind a rest
And Lord Jesus, help me get my soul together in the process
Oh now, pretty ladies stand in line, waitin' for inspection