31: FLEETING

                   

Fleeting through the grass, fleeting through the grass,

Oh fleeting through the grass in front of you.

Watch me run away, you'll catch me not this day,

I'm fleeting through the grass in front of you.

Screaming round the bend, say you knew me when,

Would be the truest statement in the end.

The distance growing great, I'd gladly stop and wait,

But I anticipate a better friend.

Fleeting, fleeting through the grass,

Remaining so far in front of you

But I, must never, stop; and rest awhile.

Immersed in open space, I may not win the race,

But I will surely place ahead of you.

My legs may not be long, their muscles less than strong

But when you saw me gone I'm sure you knew.

Fleeting, oh-oh, fleeting through the grass,

Remaining so far in front of you

But I, must never, stop; and rest awhile.

Racing down through town, maybe I have found,

A special sort of spot to hide from you.

They'll lock me up today, and throw the key away,

And say that I might stay my whole life through.

Fleeting, fleeting through the grass,

Remaining so far in front of you

But I, must never, stop; and rest awhile.

Or fall for what I here, in a blind denial, you could call it fear.

Mud and tears, adorn her frown, as she stumbles to the ground.

Away I flee, you're loosing me, and you tore your gown.

As the laughter fills the air, the tortoise and the hare,

Existing for the sake of what is fair.

And man flees from the days, that castrate his ways

Love the bitter fruit we all must bear.

Fleeting, fleeting through the grass,

Remaining so far in front of you

But I, must never, stop; and rest awhile.  (Repeat Chorus Slower)