The new kid has moved to town,
And it's his first day at a new school , and he's nervous, nervous to play the fool

Now he's seen, seen the prettiest girl, he has even seen sitting down the aisle, he can tell that when she woke that morning, she did cry a little, but her bones are something far from brittle, and she is stuck, in the middle of something celestial

Lunch time comes, and the boy is too poor to eat, but the apple of his eye is kind, and presents him with a delicious home made treat, the sweetest thing he's ever tasted

It's recess now and staring at the sky he realizes no one can control the winds of time, or fate, but they always blow you to the shore