Pin that rose high
Watch it fly
Heard them laughing
Watered eye
You keep running
Slow motion
You keep flying
Cut that string
You can't make bread with dirt
If you wanted to
You can't make right what's wrong
You're not that strong
You bought that T-shirt
I survived
They all heard you
Marching to your drum
They said you look really dum
So unmoved
They said your shoe was untied
You went barefoot
Brilliant my boy chasing dreams right down the street
As you hold them down and pin them to your sleeve
Such grand hurrahs as you stand on top of the world
You're finally there it's the reason you believed
(Dreams and clouds and blues so true
Boys climb trees to reach to you
And then you win and pin them to your sleeve)