Don’t Know Where He’s Going But Sees

If The Track Is Tough And The Hill Is Rough, Thinking You Can Just Ain't Enough!

At Night My Mind Does Not Much Care If What It Thinks Is Here Or There. It Tells Me Stories, It Invents And Makes Up Things That Don't Make Sense. I Do Not Know Why It Does This Stuff. The Real World Seems Quite Weird Enough.

All The Woulda-coulda-shouldas Layin' In The Sun, Talkin' 'bout The Things They Woulda-coulda-shoulda Done... But All Those Woulda-coulda-shouldas All Ran Away And Hid From One Little Did.

I Will Not Play At Tug O' War, I'd Rather Play At Hug O' War

Oh The Thumb-sucker's Thumb May Look Wrinkled And Wet And Withered, And White As The Snow, But The Taste Of A Thumb Is The Sweetest Taste Yet (as Only We Thumb-sucker's Know).