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 under heaven from the ground
 It's a lonely lonely lonely life
 way holy rollers better call the Lord, you tell him all the giant sings you've stored
 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
 They're sleeping on their fire escapes just to get a glimpse of God
 It's a lonely lonely lonely life
 wYa holy rollers better call the Lord, you don't have much to talk about no more
 You cut up all your giant sins and stored them in the floorboards)