#3 string ukulele

You got a slow start and that's just fine. I'd hate to see what you've left behind. You'd move tectonic plates to reach me. And well I think that's pretty freakin' peachy.

You could grow the earth on your back But you now I'm never going back home.

What's your face? It's hard to tell. Pretty soon I think that you'll be wishing you were in hell. I'm uncertain if you are kinda human. You walk on two legs but that don't mean we're moving

Oh so far from home Just 'cause the earth is where you roam