we would never coming back,
we have our own different track,
what we're gonna do for the rest of our life?

so, if you got a big job and we make big money,
would our jokes still be funny?
will we still remember everything
we learn in our classroom?

I'll think tommorow
like I'm thinking about now.
can we survive out there?
can we make it somehow?

we'll pass the shadows
that follow us around.
will these memories fade
when we leave this town?

I'll keep thinking,
that it's not goodbye,
but it's time to fly...