The crayons are being repo'd from cocoons. The clouds learn to suckle from lead straws. The crowd gives applause-sign applause. Signs say "last chance for gas next 50 miles." Done waiting for Brothers Someday and Somehow? I'm ready, and I hope you're willing, the time is now! So, come out! Let's Dream a million Stars in color! Who's that at the Horizon Exchange? It's Dunce, on his daddy's high horse, To help steer a rainbow off course. Signs say "last gasp for change next 50 miles." Done waiting for Brothers Someday and Somehow? I'm ready, and I hope you're willing, the time is now! Well, come on, and Dream a million Stars in color!