The small legs of a child
He said his long goodbyes
And walked on towards the can
Sounds, smells, and fireside games
His feet had felt the earth
He felt that he had grown
They could hear the change
was waiting just the same
Don't tell me what comes next
Don't tell me what comes next
The light broke through the trees
'Til someone heard a noise
You know that can't be good
Just barely three years old
A fear in all their souls
Don't tell me what comes next
Don't tell me what comes next
The bear would stop and stare