Don’t let anything knock your props out from under you
Always keep your mind clear, let your plans come out of mistakes
These are the plans and nothing can tear down
Made out of things that have already been torn down
Whatever you do, wherever you go
Don’t lose your grip on life and that means
Don’t let any earthy calamity
knock your dreamer and your hoping machine ..
Music is the language of the mind that travels
Carries the key to the laws of time and space
Lonesome train whistling down the silent wail of wind
Life is the sound, creation has been a song
Whatever you do, wherever you go
Don’t lose your grip on life and that means
Don’t let any earthy calamity
knock your dreamer and your hoping machine.
Out of order, out of order, out of order…
Quick to manufacture their schemes and ideas
Faster than any turn a tide can wash you out
Word is the music and the people are the song
Tomorrows chances feel like a singing god
Whatever you do, wherever you go
Don’t lose your grip on life and that means
Don’t let any earthy calamity
knock your dreamer and your hoping machine.
Out of order, out of order, out of order…
Always keep your mind clear, let your plans come out of mistakes
These are the plans and nothing can tear down
Made out of things that have already been torn down
Whatever you do, wherever you go
Don’t lose your grip on life and that means
Don’t let any earthy calamity
knock your dreamer and your hoping machine ..
Music is the language of the mind that travels
Carries the key to the laws of time and space
Lonesome train whistling down the silent wail of wind
Life is the sound, creation has been a song
Whatever you do, wherever you go
Don’t lose your grip on life and that means
Don’t let any earthy calamity
knock your dreamer and your hoping machine.
Out of order, out of order, out of order…
Quick to manufacture their schemes and ideas
Faster than any turn a tide can wash you out
Word is the music and the people are the song
Tomorrows chances feel like a singing god
Whatever you do, wherever you go
Don’t lose your grip on life and that means
Don’t let any earthy calamity
knock your dreamer and your hoping machine.
Out of order, out of order, out of order…
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