I say we jostle about for a while. We can do a tumbling act with primary colors. Jump on your shaggy shades of gray O friend o' mine, Look back in your head and clear the clutter and claim the clear, We've got some swinging to do Before all our bones allow a bumbling bee to bop on a red petal.
Fooyeah I'm tired of all this But if I retire I'll never say goodbye to my pillow. Take my hand, let's keep rolling along, Pretending with smiles and watery sleepy eyes That we aren't being pushed about by a jocular stranger Without a name or a purpose,
Just observing this dance of ours . . . see you in the morning . . . ?