Sitting alone, I just make myself at home
In my little place of worship, where I breathe (and everything).
I got all my music. I can listen to history
At my fingertips I start to trip
I got to feel the reel-to-reel
Take me back to a Summer of Love I never had
I listen from the top down to the end
I'm a headphone kids all over again
It may not be much but my garage apartment Is a castle fit for a king of the spirit.
Make yourself at home - Pull up a rug or anything.
We got all the time in the world.
We can listen to history
At my fingertips I start to trip
I got to feel the reel-to-reel
Take me back to a Summer of Love I never had
I listen from the top down to the end
I'm a headphone kids all over again
I don't need no five-point-one.
I've only got two ears listening.
Just balance my left to right.
Put on a record and start to sing.
At my fingertips I start to trip
I got to feel the reel-to-reel
Take me back to a Summer of Love I never had
I listen from the top down to the end
I'm a headphone kids all over again
All over again