Don't talk about religion
Someone says I gotta run
Quicksilver wing express, compresses time
They'll put your keys and letters in a capsule underground
Your diaries and rosaries to find

Tell me, can you see it?
Would you run Johnny, run
Tell them it’s easy 
When your heart is light and young
Stepchild to lead us
The processions begun 
Towards that bright white oasis in the sun

Don’t talk about the weather
Why the salmon didn't run
We'll watch the children play, through filtered light
The emerald green sequoias, just a statue made of bronze
Like tapestries of dynasties gone by

Tell me, can you see it?
Would you run, Johnny, run?
Tell them you'll see it 
When your heart is light and young
Stepchild to lead us
The processions begun 
Towards that bright white oasis in the sun

Tell me, can you see it?
Would you run Johnny, run
Tell them it’s easy 
When your heart is light and young
Stepchild to lead us
The processions begun 
Towards that bright white oasis in the sun

Bright white oasis in the sun
In the sun