Motor boat, motor boat, go so slow. Motor boat, motor boat, go so fast. Motor boat, motor boat, step on the gas.
Does anyone else remember this nursery rhyme. Once you said, run so fast, you would take off running. I look around at people and they seem to be running hard to go nowhere. I prefer to take it easy.
The waves are always going to be rolling in. You never know about people.
It’s a matter of value, and I know where I stand; straight in the middle and to the right of the red bass.
I’m keeping my priorities straight.
