I was digging a well with an old blood stain…poking around with a blind man's cane.
That's when Tiny came upon the scene… he fell in my well like a tiny drop of rain.
He waved to me and I hunkered low. I saw some tiny things I'd never seen before.
His little voice said "let's get down tonight". I knew that Tiny was the way alright.
Tiny is the way. Tiny is the way. Tiny is the only way to go. Now…
Let's all get small, go down the well between the tiny heaven and the tiny hell.
Tiny can go anywhere he likes. He's a mustard seed. He's a whisper in the night.
He can run, he can fly, he can deep-sea dive. He's so small he never needs to hide.
Can't pin nothing on him and make it stay 'cause Tiny gets smaller every single day.
Tiny is the way.
Let's all get small, go down the well between the tiny heaven and the tiny hell.
Tiny has a book that's incredibly small. I really can't read it 'cause I'm still too tall.
It has illustrations made by Tiny's hand of prehistoric creatures and mighty men.
It tells the story about where Tiny's been. Yes he always keeps a record of what he's seen
I asked him to tell me who he's keeping it for he said "when you get Tiny you won't ask no more".
Tiny is the way.
Let's all get small, go down the well between the tiny heaven and the tiny hell.
Tiny is the way.
