| When all machinery is failing |
| We’ll compensate with our teeth |
| When we can trust the drugs or buildings |
| Take the staple out of our feet |
| When all the trees are reaching for us |
| Rooting up inside our bodies |
| And if we run and hit a hurdle |
| Then we’ll just deer leap over |
| We stack bricks but walls don’t always mean a place to live |
| We’re earthworms dried on concrete |
| Celebrating side streets |
| We’re brave enough |
| Taking our chances with centuries-old devices |
| Taking our chances with moments-old ideas |
| Strength enough to walk away from it |
| Smart enough to know I’m over it |
| Old enough to be concerned about health |
| But young enough to know that I am well |
| (We can’t change this place the way it changes us |
| Our dream’s too big to break) |
| Let’s hope that this works out |
| This has got to work out |