Gather your children
Tell them not to bite
For the way we've gone
Seems oh so wrong
So just sit tight for tonight
Mean people will tell us to go
They frown without moving a muscle
They're making our mouths
Move up and down
To the tired old talk of their sounds
Right here is where we fold our fears
And lay down all of our frowns
The road we'll make will keep us safe
And friends will see us again
Our homes are right here
Buried in our backs
All of us know we are loved
We don't have to feed ourselves much