Gather your children Tell them not to bite For the way we've gone Seems oh so wrong So just sit tight for tonight Mean people will tell us to go They frown without moving a muscle They're making our mouths Move up and down To the tired old talk of their sounds Right here is where we fold our fears And lay down all of our frowns The road we'll make will keep us safe And friends will see us again Our homes are right here Buried in our backs All of us know we are loved We don't have to feed ourselves much