I think it's time to put myself away Seek out a little silence Close the doors and sit a while Walk a little
And as I put my words away The flow slows See this pen in a stream Picking it up is easy.
Follow the shape of it. Jump in. Swallow it whole. Jump in.
Even though I know my way around Possibly there's something new that I found Holding on for finding solid ground Someday soon. Someday soon.
I'll turn myself into the grass And I'll grow Take this space above my head And live a little, little.
Gonna wear my feathered headress Like an Indian chief. Gonna stretch out both my arms I'm gonna test the temperature.
Follow the taste of it. Jump in. Swallow it whole. Jump in.
Even though I know my way around (even though) Possibly there's something new that I found (possibly I, possibly I) Holding on for finding solid ground (ohh..) Even though I know my way around (even though) Possibly there's something new I found (possibly I, possibly I) Holding on for finding solid ground (ohh..) Someday soon. Someday soon.