Shall we climb up to the mountains peak
Shall we jump out of a plane
Shall we walk along the railroad tracks
Waiting for a train

Shall we stir among the meadows
Shall we shiver in the breeze
Shall we stare into the bluest sky
Lying under trees

Shall we comb across the desert
Shall we sail the open seas
Or shall we sit at home in silence
To put my mind at ease

I am not a puppet
A puppet on a string
I can make those choices
And do anything