on the western edge of town
the grass is coming in
and all of my good friends
are waiting for the heat to warm
the water in their pools
their sick and tired of school
winters gone along with our responsibilities
once again we're free
to roam the place
that we have claimed
our home and disagree
on the stupidest of things
I can feel the end of something here
I've been dreading it for all these years
we have just weeks
to celebrate
our friendship and our youth
it's the last thing that we'll do
before the stress of growing up
consumes us and we stop
all our careless thoughts
I wish that we could run away
from plans and not look back
but life changes so fast
the future looms in front of us
and scares us half to death
we'll soon be silhouettes
I can feel the end of something here
I've been dreading it for all these years
once again were smiling when we hear
that spring is coming earlier this year