waiting for peanuts

fear nada

 Bird of the morning, sing for me
Flower of the garden, spring for me
High in the arms of the hideout tree
So sorry, olly olly oxen free
What will I find out?
What will I see?
Turning the handle, turning the key,
time to be lost and time to be free
in a world as wide as awake can be

I will make good time
I will read good books
on tenterhooks,
on tenterhooks
I will see the sights
I will leave good looks
on tenterhooks,
on tenterhooks
I will take what's mine to the next stop,
waiting in line.

In a clockwork world could I clockwork be?
Far from the arms of the hideout tree,
in a shocked, awed world,
should I shocked, awed be?
In an opt-out world with an opt-out me?

I will make good time
I will read good books
on tenterhooks,
on tenterhooks 
 will take what's mine to the next stop, 
waiting in line. 

For the okay life, 
for the okay dream, 
for the okay lie, 
on the okay scene 
I will take what's mine to the next stop, 
waiting, 
on tenterhooks.