Come on come on and shake down those shabby bones.
We're tired and torn, creaking and cracked I know.
When did we last make some time?

Spinning with stars, dreams disregarded.
Days are all full, stuffed and congested.
When did we last make the time,
To be scared of the dark,
Where the gods and monsters hide?

Dust ourselves down.

Show me the way to make me a child again.
We'll be amazed by all we can't name and then,
We can at last stop to breathe,
And be scared of the dark,
Where our mind's got space to dream.

Pick ourselves up,
Dust ourselves down,
If we make ourselves up,
See what we become.

We should take a day or two,
To talk around the things we knew.
They say we can't but maybe we just can.

All of us, well we're not fools,
We know that there are simple truths,
But there's an equal opposite to that.

Maybe it's that gravity
Ain't quite the force it used to be.
The world has lost its simple grip on mass.

Or ones and zeros pile 'em high,
To reach the tallest, clearest sky,
But they won't feel the things we've felt for love.

Whenever there are two or more,
The power of a cannon roar,
When one and one are so much more than that.

Knuckle down and buckle up,
And fly right where the morning comes,
They say we can't but maybe we just can.

We're ready for the big wide,
We're ready for the dark night,
We're ready for what just might…
We're ready for the big wide.
So come on all you good souls.
Come on all you good souls.
Are you ready for the big wide?
Are you ready for the big wide world?