Stop, you wouldn't wanna waste it Think of a dove Oh how could you misplace it No you can't replace it Run run run run We should get in before the setting of the sun Lost in a melody That which I should've done I did not do And now the song is sung Stop, there's red upon the rapids Birthday or none, the consequence is tragic Smaller than tears, heavy the ocean Little blue flowers, faces of georgia Bathe on the rocks, bathe in the spring Run run run run We should get in before the setting of the sun Lost in a melody That which I should've done I did not do And now the song is sung