pin that rose high   watch it fly   heard them laughing   watered eye   you keep running   slow motion   you keep flying   cut that string   you can't make bread with dirt   if you wanted to   you can't make right what's wrong   you're not that strong   you bought that tshirt   i survived   they all heard you   marching to your drum   they said you look really dumb   so unmoved   they said your shoe was untied   you went barefoot   brilliant my boy   chasing dreams right down the street   as you hold them and pin them to your sleeve   such grand hurrahs as you stand on top of the world   you're finally there it's the reason you believed   (dreams and clouds and blues so true   boys climb trees to reach to you   and then you win and pin them to your sleeve)