You gonna move your feet march the march Walk the walk You gonna brain your brains And then talk the talk You gonna make your way and blow Hot and cold You gonna occupy your arms And then unfold There is no end, no stop, no terminus It's a circle and it's about Finding your own pace You gonna braid your lock stock and barrel And not shovel You gonna put your demands on a shelf You can handle But never get too cushy or get-at-able You gonna bask But don't rest your feet too much on the table There is no end, no stop, no terminus It's a circle and it's about Finding your pace Finding your place But don't get too comfortable You gonna blossom, do well But we've got flowers on the ground You gonna be a worker but don't become a hound Use your heart on others, on yourself use your head You gonna take your time, take your place Take your liberties instead There is no end, no stop, no terminus It's a circle and it's about Finding your place In the race Choose your pace And what to chase Or embrace Find your pace And what to chase Or embrace Finding your case Then finding your liberties instead