You always find yourself hanging from the lowest branches
Your friends are the ones who make you take all the chances
Someday you will come to play
Someday you will come to see the light of day
You’ve got to stop looking at your feet when you’re walking
Talk the talk you’re talking
Move up forward on the double
I’m in trouble with myself again
I could tell you a lie, but that would only spare your feelings
Too many nights that I spent there staring at the ceiling
Wondering when I’ll come to play
Wondering when I’ll see the light of day
You’ve got to stop looking at your feet when you’re walking
Talk the talk you’re talking
Move up forward on the double
I’m in trouble with myself again