There’s something happening here
But what it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it’s time we stop
Children, what’s that sound?
Put on a gown that touches the ground
Float on a river forever and ever
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him ’til he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains
Everything you do is true
As long as you believe it
And everything you say is play
And that’s how you should treat it
And everyone is high
Until there’s something makes them low