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