It's a ball of tangled yarn that I just can't figure out I need to untangle it before my time runs out. What if my "what-if's" come true? I can't sleep because the threads twist and constrict I just don't know what to do.
Dance, my son Dance in the grass The pavement is constricting It leaves you numb to true feeling So dance in the grass Dance in the grass Be snazzy Be jazzy Create your own craze The grass sings to your bare feet True joy for days The pavement is for those Who follow the path But those who invent their path Dance in the grass The pavement walkers will stare But when you’re dancing you don’t care A tango A waltz A rhythm your own The grass understands The pavement can’t atone Barefoot and fancy free Dancing in the grass What a sight to see
Follow your own path and go your own way. And while you're at it, feel free to dance a little.