My hope lingers on my tounge
So I wash it down with the exclamations of being young
Oh I'm oh so young!
I tell them, watching the setting sun
The sun that closes each fleeting day
Full of heartbreak that leads the way
Of youth to a bitter adulthood of joy and play
Of sunny days edged in gray
Still summer comes and goes too quick
Maybe, we think, this year the feeling will stick
But the spring hasn't ended and our eyes are slick
The clock still follows its tick, tick, tick
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 2:55 PM UTC
My hope lingers on my tounge
So I wash it down with the exclamations of being young
Oh I'm oh so young!
I tell them, watching the setting sun
The sun that closes each fleeting day
Full of heartbreak that leads the way
Of youth to a bitter adulthood of joy and play
Of sunny days edged in gray
Still summer comes and goes too quick
Maybe, we think, this year the feeling will stick
But the spring hasn't ended and our eyes are slick
The clock still follows its tick, tick, tick