The legs dance, the hands create, the mouth speaks the pictures in the brain
The eyes see, touch feel, can you hear, the melody, la-di-da-da
To be anything at all
To feel the colors of the winding day
Winter, Summer, Spring or Fall
You know there's always got to be a way
To feed the hunger of the soul
To give the nurture that I've known
To be known and to know
To be anything at all
See the flowers of the field, they disappear and re appear
Touch, Feel, rewind
Tell me a tale of any kind
La-di-da-da
To be anything at all
To feel the feeling of a warm embrace
To glide across this great big ball
To see it move from standing in one place
To cry the tears of being gone
Bitter sweetness on the tongue
To do the job a job well done
To do the things I think are fun
To feel the feeling of a warm embrace
To feel anything at all
To feel anything, anything, anything, anything
At ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-all
To be anything, anything, anything, anything
At ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-all