Foot-loose and fancy free,I feel the vitamins want to breathe, Full-fledged and dressed in green, Theyre makamakin a mess outa me. A wide smile and a plastic gun, Theyll put it in yer if you start to run, Wild-eyed on the bus until dawn,Theyre a piece of you, a walk from home.

Who makes the breaks these days?The gravity boots that you pine for, Are just a step away from me and my horses.

Time travel and anarchy, Take my hand if you want to see, A million miles from now till then When, when when. Whos making the brakes these days? The gravity boots that you pine for,That you pine for, are a step away.

Who makes the breaks these days? The gravity boots that you pine forAre just a step away from me and my horses