I stand accused of using hills to fill valleys
Sat on a wall to keep me protected from folly
Like beanstalks or blue oxen
The most important thing about your first step
Is that you take it
I was the one who tried to be quick and be nimble
While tied to a stake for fear I’d follow the wind home
Where beanstalks aren’t forgotten
Now was the future just a moment ago
Hold it so
Go climb up
When it grows
Go climb up there
