• Its getting late but,
    I can still see the trees
    so
    I don't wanna go home till
    I cant see my feet.
    Oh,
    As I walk, my bare feet tell me where I am
    They say if it's
    bumpy, rough, or -- smooth as sand,
    and I wouldn't trade that, no,
    for all the love in the world.
    Oh,
    the tree's
    when they sweat, I know its hot,
    and when its wet, I know because
    they tell my nose so.
    and I wouldn't trade that, no,
    for all the money in the the world.
    Oh,
    as I run,
    my skin feels the rain and the wind
    and,
    and I wouldn't trade that, no,
    for all the technology
    that we,
    as a people all, rely upon.
    Oh,
    it's getting later now,
    But I, I still see the sun,
    So I know that though the world is quite dark,
    its not quite done.