I believe in a minute for every man
When he must take notice of the clock and all it's hands.
If he sees the road leads straight ahead,
Got to run on down, never never be afraid.
And it's yours, go out and get it;
Don't get wet, please keep dry,
Think about the people that 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.
It's yours, go out and get it;
Don't get wet, please keep dry,
Think about the people that made you cry.
Behind the curtain, upon the shelf
Lives a man, living with himself.
Behind his eyes, behind his smile;
What's going on, nobody in the world can tell.
It's yours, go out and get it;
Don't get wet, please keep dry,
Think about the people that made you cry.
It's yours, go out and get it;
Don't get wet, please keep dry,
Think about the people that made you cry.