Fender Stratocaster,
Vocals: Virgil Brown
Drums: Marty Vickers
Bass: Dean Cheronis
Hammond B-3: Slim Bateaux

Lyrics

Abstract Soul
Copyright 1997 Virgil Brown

The Texture of your skin
The color of your eyes
Nothing compromised, perfection realized
Thats not the reason
The way you hold your head
The beauty that you said
Its the actions of your heart
That set you apart
Thats not the reason

You've got an abstract soul
Its really taken hold
Its my defense against the cold
And that's the reason
You've got an abstract soul
Its really taken hold
Its my defense against the cold
And that the reason

I cannot neglect
You're never what I expect
Any troubles I detect, are merely the effect
Of storms you have inside
I watch you from afar
Determine where you are
To get a feel for how you feel
With everything so real
Thats not the reason

You've got an abstract soul
Its really taken hold
Its my defense against the cold
And that the reason
You've got an abstract soul
Its really taken hold
Its my defense against the cold
and that the reason