I believe in a minute for every manWhen he must take notice of the clock and all its handsIf he sees the road lead straight aheadGotta run on down and never never be afraid It's yours, go out and get it Don't get wet, please keep dry Think about the people who made you cryI know a man, six feet tallBuckskin jacket, velvet stripes and allFrom Boston town, educated wellAnd he keeps his mind within a padded shellBehind the curtain, upon the shelfLives a man living with himselfBehind his eyes, behind his smileWhat is going on, nobody in the world can tell