Crocker's Favorite Song Lyrics

Everybody's got their hands up high
Everybody should be touching the sky
But you know, you never, never can go down
So you slow down, and you walk away

She says good morning to you, and you look away
She asks you just what to do; you don't know what to say
But what can be done, and what can be done for you?
I'll tell you now: Where will you go when nothing's laid out for you?