[Vocals in parentheses by Lisa Walker, others by Chuck Cleaver]

Walking with a mountain
Through the streets of Tiny Town
He lifts you up above the rain
To where the sun is always out
He picks you like a flower
(You holy rollers better call the Lord)
Under heaven from the ground
(You tell him all the giant sins you’ve stored)
It’s a lonely lonely lonely life
(You tell him everything because you’re bored
You holy rollers better call the Lord)
And the giant says hey
The Sun Giant says hey

Walking with a mountain
Up the stairway to the stars
They’re leaning out their windows
And they’re pointing from their cars
(You holy rollers better call the Lord)
They’re sleeping on their fire escapes
(You tell him all the giant sins you’ve stored)
Just to get a glimpse of God
(You tell him everything because you’re bored
You holy rollers better call the Lord)
It’s a lonely lonely lonely life
And the giant says hey
The Sun Giant says hey

Walking with a mountain
Through the streets of Tiny Town
He lifts you up above the rain
To where the sun is always out
He picks you like a flower
(You holy rollers better call the Lord)
Under heaven from the ground
(You don’t have much to talk about no more)
It’s a lonely lonely lonely life
(You cut up all your giant sins
And stored them in the floorboards)
And the giant says hey
And the giant says hey
The Sun Giant says hey