I hear a voice it whispers through the trees
Saying what you gonna do and who you gonna be
Well I don't know but it seems to me
I've got places to go and people to see
And after running around I'll probably agree
That I had to come home to finally be free
But I know until then as I'm chasing my dreams
I'll look both ways before crossing the street
What I mean is love has no end
It's always beginning around the next bend
Love doesn't conquer, it cultivates
That's what Goethe said, I can really relate
It's like flying around without leaving the ground
It's like singing this song without a sound

~repeats once~

- 1992, Chris Mitchell