I hear the laughter faintly in the backround
Of the hustle and the bustle
Sweet loving laughter that seems to say
Sweet child, why tarry in this place?
When love stands right in front of you
Oh silly child, let go of your reality
And join the Real one.
All you have to do is let go.
I’ll catch you.
My arms are swift and strong
You think you’ve seen great ball playing
Wait until you open your eyes
And see how easily I catch you
No matter how hard you try to avoid me.