Go somewhere we're needed Find somewhere to grow When the color of the night Gives way to shaky movements Improvisational skills Let's swear that we will Get with the times In a current health to stay Get life day to day

A mustard seed is (has been said) All that men will need A filthy boy in a Bowery lane Under the times in a drowning rain Stealing bits of sleep again Has heard this common creed Grows into the tallest tree To cool down the sinner's heat I know this man,

All I need to know is Where to stop Take my hand and show me forever So never will I ever let you go That we carved in stone When I wake up to your footsteps As you get up out of bed They make a sound that sounds so simple But dances in my head