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Well, the hobo's watch stopped at five o'clock, |
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I feel I'll never find him |
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Oh Dear John, where are you? |
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I know you're out there somewhere |
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Well I got a hurricane in my pocket, though no one will believe me |
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They poured a bucket of tar on top of a flower, somehow |
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I knew they'd try it |
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To deny it, and defy it, and to buy it |
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Well let's go dancing |
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Let's go dancing |
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Said the firefly to the hurricane |
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Said the pouring rain to the open plain |
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How many times? |
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Well, I stopped a freight train with a grain of sand, can you hear it crashing? |
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I split a mountain in two with a flake of snow, still they won't believe me |
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Well the tales were tall the stories were old, yet somehow |
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I believed them |
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So what do you know about revolution? |
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When all you've taught is patience |
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And waiting, and making a statement |
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Well let's go dancing |
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Let's go dancing |
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Said the firefly to the hurricane |
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Said the open plain to the falling rain |
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How many times? |
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Oh let's go dancing |
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Let's go dancing |
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Let's go dancing |
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Let's go dancing |
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How many times? |
