You gonna move your feet march the march
Walk the walk
You gonna brain your brains
And then talk the talk
You gonna make your way and blow
Hot and cold
You gonna occupy your arms
And then unfold
There is no end, no stop, no terminus
It's a circle and it's about
Finding your own pace
You gonna braid your lock stock and barrel
And not shovel
You gonna put your demands on a shelf
You can handle
But never get too cushy or get-at-able
You gonna bask
But don't rest your feet too much on the table
There is no end, no stop, no terminus
It's a circle and it's about
Finding your pace
Finding your place
But don't get too comfortable
You gonna blossom, do well
But we've got flowers on the ground
You gonna be a worker but don't become a hound
Use your heart on others, on yourself use your head
You gonna take your time, take your place
Take your liberties instead
There is no end, no stop, no terminus
It's a circle and it's about
Finding your place
In the race
Choose your pace
And what to chase
Or embrace
Find your pace
And what to chase
Or embrace
Finding your case
Then finding your liberties instead