There is an art to a slow chase

Sun's up sun's up
Did you see that bird?
I could outrun thunder
Haven't you heard?
The gate just clicked
That's my favorite sound
I'm already airborne
Not touching the ground


Young comet breathe
Let the morning steep
The park is a book
And the grass runs deep
Every breeze is a letter
Every scent a clue
Wisdom is knowing which trail is you


But the squirrels are plotting a daring escape
But if you know the tune
Then they'll know their place
[Chorus]
There is an art to a slow chase
There is an art to a slow chase


Time and motion
Flowing like the ocean
Wheels of locomotion
Hurry up and wait
You wanna see the good things
Don't be in a hurry
You want to get to nowhere
Get there late


But the squirrels are plotting a daring escape
But if you know the tune
Then they'll know their place


There is an art to a slow chase
There is an art to a slow chase
There is an art to a slow chase
There is an art to a slow chase

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