Everything has its season, everything has its time
Show me a reason and I'll show you a rhyme
Cats fit on the window sill, children fit in the snow
Why do I feel like I don't fit in anywhere I go?

CHORUS:
Rivers belong where they can ramble
Eagles belong where they can fly
I've got to be where my spirit can run free
Got to find my corner of the sky

Every man has his daydreams, every man has his goal
People like the way dreams have of sticking to the soul
Rain comes after thunder, winter comes after fall
Sometimes I think I'm not after anything at all

CHORUS

And maybe someday you'll waken to find me gone
And far away you'll hear me singing to the dawn
And you'll wonder if I'm happy there, a little more than I've been
And the answer will come back to you like laughter on the wind

CHORUS


From the musical Pippin
Words and Music by Stephen Schwartz


Prologue