Good Book

Poor little hairy kids out on their own They run to the festival to show that They were one They've fallen in love with all human kind So tell them you love them So they don't change their mind. Write us a book of instructions or signs And if it's been written Then give us more time Recite a poem or sing us a song And tell us you love us So we don't feel alone. And it's sad that we weren't born Like horses and sheep To know where we're goin', to know What we need But you've written the music So we'll sing along But tell us you love us So we don't feel alone Give the poet a poem and the singer a song And then tell us you love us So we don't feel alone.