Be it sight, sound, smell, or touch,
There’s something inside that we need so much.
The sight of a touch or the scent of a sound,
Or the strength of an oak with roots deep in the ground.
The wonder of flowers to be covered and then
To burst up through tarmac to the sun again.
Or to fly to the sun without burning a wing -
To lie in a meadow and hear the grass sing.
To have all these things in our memories hall
And to use them to help us to find… Ha ha ha!
Ride! Ride my see-saw!
Take this place on this trip just for me.
Ride! Take a free ride!
Take my place. Have my seat. It’s for free!
I worked like a slave for years –
Sweat so hard just to end my fears.
Not to end my life a poor man
But by now, I know I should have run.
Run! Run my last race!
Take my place. Have this number of mine.
Run! Run like a fire!
Don’t you run in – in the *****
Let’s go where the **** pass.
******** but a second class.
School taught one and one is two,
But by now, that answer just ain’t true.
Aah aah aah aah. Aah aah aah aah. Aah aah aah aah aah.
Aah aah aah aah. Aah aah aah aah. Aah aah aah aah aah.
My world is spinning around.
Everything is lost that I’d found.
People, run! Come; ride with me.
Let’s find another place that’s free!
Ride! Ride my see-saw!
Take this place on this trip just for me.
Ride! Take a free ride!
Take my place. Have my seat. It’s for free!
Ride my see-saw!
Ride! Ride!
Ride… my see-saw!
Ride… my see-saw!
