I looked up and picked out a map in the skynno need for the nude of the moon as I'm guided by firefliesnand they whisper prayers to my feetnas I tiptoe through gardens minding the slumber of parakeetsnand lovers on the waynI won't feel the pull of the coming daynor the compromise of sleepn'cause I've got a fire on the soles of my feetnnI'm going as far as these crooked legs take mennot stopping for water or dew covered daisiesnnot waiting for ribbons or medals to praise mennot washing the blood that has covered and stained mennOh to be fooled by the wool that has covered menoh to be led by the light of a melodynnI'm making my way while the sun cannot stain menI'm watching the road with two young eyes to guide mennot looking behind to ensure that the home fires are shrinkingnthe fireflies fade as the city lights find mennOh to be fooled by the wool that had covered menoh to be led by the light of a melodynnI'm going as far as these crooked legs take menI'm watching the road with two young eyes to guide menI'm making my way while the sun cannot stain menI'm going as far as these crooked legs take me