In Search Of Simon Birch

Oh, I've been circled,

By all these hurdles.

I have in mind a plan designed to get away from all these dangers,

But now it's weird that I've got here and found myself makin' it with a

Stranger.

Trying to show you better,

It's not always a letter.

Oh, I climb quickly,

If you weren't so sickly.

Takin' all your time just to try to get better,

Still the second verse doesn't mean I've written you a letter.

Slower than a snail,

Better in the mail,

Gone to get you snail

Thirteen cents to mail,

And with the children ridin' on the dawn,

And with the backs all broken, I am on.