You Can Steer Yourself In Any Direction

Now, The Star-belly Sneetches Had Bellies With Stars. The Plain-belly Sneetches Had None Upon Thars.

It's Opener, Out There, In The Wide, Open Air.

Only You Can Control Your Future.

I Said, "i Do Not Fear Those Pants With Nobody Inside Them." I Said, And Said, And Said Those Words. I Said Them But I Lied Them.

Waiting For The Fish To Bite Or Waiting For Wind To Fly A Kite. Or Waiting Around For Friday Night Or Waiting Perhaps For Their Uncle Jake Or A Pot To Boil Or A Better Break Or A String Of Pearls Or A Pair Of Pants Or A Wig With Curls Or Another Chance. Everyone Is Just Waiting.