I believe in a minute for every man

When he must take notice of the clock and all its hands

If he sees the road lead straight ahead

Gotta run on down and never never be afraid



It's yours, go out and get it

Don't get wet, please keep dry

Think about the people who made you cry



I know a man, six feet tall

Buckskin jacket, velvet stripes and all

From Boston town, educated well

And he keeps his mind within a padded shell



Behind the curtain, upon the shelf

Lives a man living with himself

Behind his eyes, behind his smile

What is going on, nobody in the world can tell