When he must take notice of the clock and all its hands
If he sees the road lead straight ahead
Gotta run on down and never never be afraid

 It's yours, go out and get it
 Don't get wet, please keep dry
 Think about the people who made you cry

I know a man, six feet tall
Buckskin jacket, velvet stripes and all
From Boston town, educated well
And he keeps his mind within a padded shell

Behind the curtain, upon the shelf
Lives a man living with himself
Behind his eyes, behind his smile
What is going on, nobody in the world can tell