Spin around the street lamp
Sit down on the couch
And watch the day go by
Stay together for hours
Create a garage sale
Fall down and cry
Me myself and I
Who knows what I said
Who knows what I'm talking about
But I'll tell you instead

On my street I'll
Make a ghost
That ranges from the end
In the back yard
We'll do back flips
While mommy lays sick in bed

We'll play Wii for hours
With our best friends
Cross the street
I miss when things were simpler
Than this

We'll pack our bags
And be glad
Cause we're going on a field trip
Riding in
A different car
And watching things go by
Might feel like days
Might feel like hours
But you know we'll get there soon