walkin all the way with 'ol saint nick  to a place where they say is thriving  alive with people past their day  you can see the new ones ariving  even alex is a bit intrigued  just a child when it comes to insight  we can find the way in the patterns up above  and at 6:09 we see the first starlight  take me home for pretend  cause i don't feel the need  to go back again  where the browns turn blue  and the tires look like porpoise  dancing in the rain  and the rocks like pin cushions  absorbing all the pain  walking stick in hand around the bend  past the couches past the chairs  where a thousand people have stopped a while  to forget all their cares  the talking tree  the stalking birds  the trails of words in the ground  a dusted path  a concrete slab  wasn't all that we found  oh, go back  I don't know if I can  god struck it down that night  he didn't think twice  about the little jacks and jills  cause he don't know what it's like  down here in hell  if he did don't you thin  he'd allow us to settle alone  atop of these hills