The crayons are being repo'd from cocoons
The clouds learn to suckle from lead straws
The crowd gives applause-sign applause

Signs say "last chance for gas next 50 miles"
Done waiting for Brothers Someday and Somehow?
I'm ready, and I hope you're willing, the time is now!
So, come out! Let's
Dream a million
Stars in color!

Who's that at the Horizon Exchange?
It's Dunce, on his daddy's high horse,
To help steer a rainbow off course

Signs say "last gasp for change next 50 miles"
Done waiting for Brothers Someday and Somehow?
I'm ready, and I hope you're willing, the time is now!
Well, come on, and
Dream a million
Stars in color!