Down the street, up the road,
round the curve here we go.
Hold my hand, don’t let go
I’ll make sure to take it slow.
Bumps and bruises are nothing here,
make sure you get in gear.
Don’t leave anyone behind,
if you came back they are harder to find.
Smile nice and wide
your laughter will be hard to hide.
There it is upon the sky,
shield your eyes and look up high
Beautiful, isn’t it?
