do you want to be in our family
them, you, and me in our little tree
where we are free to be who we are,
the world will open up to us.
loaded in the van like a pan caravan
a one man band with eight heads in the sand,
digging, we are free to be who we are,
the world will open up to us
with nothing in our hands but the way we stand
with our half made plans and family clans,
we are free to be who we are,
the world will open up to us.
late one night when storms alight
you wont bite your tongue so tight.
don’t trust the mime who speaks in rhyme
when he tells you to leave home.
sunshine on your head, just like you wanted.
low goes the sunlight when the moon has your way
// wait, is this the best place to be?
way out on a boat on a sea

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