I believe in a minute for every man When he must take notice of the clock and all his hands If he sees the road lead straight ahead Gotta run on down and never never be afraid
It's yours, go out and get it Don't get wet, please keep dry Think about the people who made you cry
I know a man, six feet tall Buckskin jacket, velvet stripes and all From Boston town, educated well And he keeps his mind within a padded shell Behind the curtain, upon the shelf Lives a man living with himself Behind his eyes, behind his smile What is going on, nobody in the world can tell