Good morning star screwers, moon chewers, horn blowers
looky what grew, what seed took hold.
Spring peepers, deep sleepers, the tiny grain of a true believer’s
been planted by a toe, let’s get this show on the road.
Giddy-up, don’t look down, I’m letting go!
Full speed ahead, in a roll away bed, whoa.
A-E-I-O-U an explanation
I leapt beneath your tree but they were just up out of we reach.
I slept beneath and dreamt about us falling,
landing in a sentence right at the writers feet.
Giddy-up, don’t look down, I’m letting go!
Full speed ahead, in a roll away bed, whoa.
We sat a while at the end of a rainbow.
What they say isn’t true but there’s something you don’t know.
From the sheets we made a sail and waited for the wind to blow.
Now, we’re hopping north back and forth on our own little tornado.
Giddy-up, don’t look down, I’m letting go!
Full speed ahead, in a roll away bed, whoa.
Soul sailers, heart tailors, prisons of the mind bailers-
cuddle up this puddle’s got room for everyone!
Mind benders, show enders, garden rows and legal tenders-
someday we’ll look back and say, O my, what a run!