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

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