Well, the hobo's watch stopped at five o'clock I fear I'll never find him Oh Dear John, where are you I know you're out there somewhere Well I've got a hurricane in my pocket But no one will believe me They poured a bucket of tar on top of a flower Somehow I knew they'd try it To find it, and defy it, and to buy it Oh, let's go dancing Oh, let's go dancing Said the firefly to the hurricane Said the falling rain to the open flame How many times Oh, I stopped a freight train with a grain of sand Can you hear it crashing I split a mountain in two with a flake of snow Still they won't believe me Well the tales were tall, the stories were old For some reason I believed them I said what do you know about revolution When all I was taught was patience And waiting, and making a statement Oh, let's go dancing Oh, let's go dancing Said the firefly to the hurricane Said the falling rain to the open plain How many times Oh, let's go dancing Oh, let's go dancing Oh, let's go dancing Oh, let's go dancing How many times