Hands In My Pockets

Put our hands in our pockets
Just out for a stroll
Put our hands in our pockets
With no where to go
Just part of the show

Over the hills
Beyond the trees
There's fields of greens
Flowers and bees

The skies may seem grey
Just want to make it through the day
Put on your walking shoes
You'll love whats in store for you

If you'd come with me
We'll float in the breeze
Above the trees
With the manatees



Credits
Writer(s): Brett Bigelow
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