I will be the gladdest thing under the sun
I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one
I will look at cliffs and clouds with quiet eyes
Watch the wind blow down the grass and the grass rise

Doesn't each of us have a place we belong
Could be a sidewalk crack or sad song
Inside our searching is desire to etch a silent thought in stone
To make our tender heart known

And when the lights begin to show up from the town
I will mark which must be mine and then start down
Everyone wants to be a hero or a savior of small things
I want to be champion of evening, forget not the beauty of the in-betweens

Every one of us had orphaned our bodies 
Born from dust of the stars
We can comfort each other in this place
I can look into your eyes and see my own face

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun
I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one
I will look at cliffs and clouds with quiet eyes
Watch the wind blow down the grass and the grass rise