Don't talk about religion
Someone says I gotta run
Quicksilver wing express, compresses time
They'll put your keys and letters, in a capsule underground
Your diaries and rosaries to find
CHORUS:
Tell me, can you see it?
Would (won't) you run Johnny, run
Tell them it's easy (you'll see it)
When your heart is light and young
Stepchild to lead us
The procession's begun toward that bright white oasis in the sun
Don't talk about the weather
Why the salmon didn't run
We'll watch the children play, through filtered light
The emerald green sequoias, just a statue made of bronze
Like tapestries of dynasties gone by
