They stand me up and sit me down,
I’m safe when they are on the ground,
Past fields, through woods, up canyons grand,
Oh, how I love the touch of land.
I know my feet have served me well,
Though there were times I know I fell.
And bikes and trams and trains and cars,
And ships and planes and flights to Mars
Are one side of the great divide
Between a ride and happy stride.
We drive and float and fly, yet greet
A chance to be upon our feet,
A bond that’s shared by earth and heart
Grows stronger as they drift apart,
A bond that’s shared by earth and heart
Grows stronger as they drift apart,
And if you dare survive, you must
Let feet and face both kiss the dust;
From dust we come, in dust demise
Till all that settles comes to rise.
From dust we come, in dust demise
Till all that settles comes to rise.