Spinnin' your shoes...

"You hold your head up to the sky

You say what kind of blue are you? Are you?

Then you ride your pony round and round

It’s diggin’ a hole, right through, right through

You stumble down a yellow brick road,

Spinning your shoes in the air, the air.

Then you, hold your breath, and count to nine,

Hoping that soon somebody will find you, find you........"

~Pony (It's OK) by Erin McCarley