Well, the hobo's watch stopped at five o'clock, I feel I'll never find him Oh Dear John, where are you? I know you're out there somewhere Well I got a hurricane in my pocket, though no one will believe me They poured a bucket of tar on top of a flower, somehow I knew they'd try it To deny it, and defy it, and to buy it Well let's go dancing Let's go dancing Said the firefly to the hurricane Said the pouring rain to the open plain How many times? Well, I stopped a freight train with a grain of sand, can you hear it crashing? I split a mountain in two with a flake of snow, still they won't believe me Well the tales were tall the stories were old, yet somehow I believed them So what do you know about revolution? When all you've taught is patience And waiting, and making a statement Well let's go dancing Let's go dancing Said the firefly to the hurricane Said the open plain to the falling rain How many times? Oh let's go dancing Let's go dancing Let's go dancing Let's go dancing How many times?