And so with the explorers on my heels I started t'wheel/Stepped aside stone walls, I was sick of it all/And so I set my sail on yr coattails and yr warm shawl/Up where there's an Everlasting Arm, sends us out alone, moves us out of harm/Ever-reaching always sweeping...And though I struggled t'take my place/there stood my mistake/Standing there like some great big theatre curtain he knew for certain I'd come down on you softly/Up where.../By and by the gates swung wide/Loved ones came in sight/Storming down the street like Puerto-Rican kids in a summer rain/Breaking open the hydrants and going insane/Up where...

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