Letâs dance upon our bare feet
Underneath sycamore tree
Climb up through that canopy
To see the Indiana sky
Thereâs no telling what weâll find
On back roads forgotten time
We let our wonder be the sign
Thatâs gonna lead us on this ride
We waited for so long
To hear the Spiritâs song
And He wants us to sing
Itâs time to taste and see
All the things weâre meant to be
It ainât too late to try
And itâs not too soon to fly
Weâll awaken with the dawn
Spread our wings and gaze upon
This new day where we belong
Itâs all an unfolding design
Follow the rhythm of
All that cultivates our love
And every star that hangs above
Will rejoice with us each night
We waited for so long
To hear the Spiritâs song
And He wants us to sing
Itâs time to taste and see
All the things youâre meant to be
It ainât too late to try
And itâs not too soon to fly
We waited for so long
To hear the spirits song
And He wants us to sing
Itâs our time to taste and see
All the things weâre meant to be
It aint to late to try
And itâs not to soon to fly
We will fly
We will fly a
We will fly
And itâs not too late to try