I can feel it coming, I can feel it going I think if a door close I can will it open I can turn water into chocolate milk Roth cut from the cloth of a boss's ilk Wore silk last summer, now I'm only wearing a towel Check next week if you think I'm arrogant now American child, land of being warily proud Of fools gold sitting there to be found Take a picture for the internet wearing the crown Ran house when I ran with a gambling crowd Ran mouth not once cause it wasn't my style Camped out under black clouds letting rain cover me now This isn't Kansas, this is canvas Bookworm, never big man on campus Look first, walk last, half full, tall gla** Hear first, talk last, rise up, fall fast Keep running Even if the hits keep coming Even if the sky starts tumbling down Tumbling down, tumbling down (don't fear hitting the ground) Keep running Even if the hits keep coming Even if the sky starts tumbling down Tumbling down, tumbling down Tumbling down