Rabbit wrote a manifesto, stating reasons why
he could not be bothered to be bothered by the time
and yes, I was on his side, and I felt his words were mine
so I packed it in and followed him and left it all behind
Run Rabbit run
into the boundless blue
beyond the sun
Run Rabbit run
up to the milky moon
you’ve got to run
(you never know)
you’ve got to move
(just where you’ll go)
you’ve got to hum
(a different tune)
before you can
make your way back home
We wandered through the Salad Valley, ‘neath the ice cream skies
waded through the Sugar Bush and the Salted Lakes of Brine
and the pickled Yellow Pines, and the fickle Woods of Twine
and I found myself and I lost myself but I mostly just felt fine
Run Rabbit run
into the boundless blue
beyond the sun
Run Rabbit run
up to the milky moon
you’ve got to run
(you never know)
you’ve got to move
(you’re way too slow)
you’ve got to hum
(a different tune)
before you can
make your way back home
yeah, where you belong.
