Down on my flexible flyer

To the bottom how fast I would go

Just waiting for me under the tree

And out in the snow



A cowboya nurse or a fireman

There's so many things that you can be

You can set bigger goalsbut set your soul

Yeahset your soul free



Timesplaces and situations

Lead to an early grave

When we get there we see

Just what did we save? 



If your heart is a flame burning brightly

You'll have light and you'll never be cold

And soon you will know that you just grow

You're not growing old



If the wheels of your wagon are rusty

You can paint them until they are new

You can roll down a hillbut if you can't

Then I pity you