So that summer was the final one
and we knew: it would end
So we made a blood vow,
and when we pricked our fingertips
it hurt, it hurt
We little brats hung around the beach
We always cycled to the dirt holes
The sand got in our mouth
and eyes, eyes
and it filled the legs of our pants
We have to say ["Call you!"]
We'll do that.
But we actually won't do that.
A yellow swimsuit in the store
You helped me when I stole it
We filled cow parsley stems with hay
We smoked them
I coughed, I coughed
But the summer went by quickly
I guess I cried a little as I packed
I left with the last load
You waved
I watched, I watched
I won't come back to school in the fall
I'll write ["good-bye"] on the class blackboard.
