The wise old owl inside of me
Knows exactly who to be
Knows exactly what to say
When people are talking my way
And I don’t ask, it just answers
Im not the dance, I am the dancer
And it craves subtle release
When my lips give in to speak
Exactly what’s been burgeoning
I listen to its urging
When it rises up to sea
And moves the ocean inside of me
When it understands the fold
That wise old owl does what its told