Hurry up, hurry up
Before we lose this taste in our mouths
Before our folks are too old to laugh
Lay down and catch a star
Has to be loud enough
Just to make sure if it gets to you
It brings you all the nice memories
Bright lights, some kids and the falling leaves
I can't read anymore
A few lines and I fall asleep
Hundred bedrooms in the hall
I would rather go home