I just wanted to say "hey," and then be on my way But now, I kinda wanna stay here at the neighborhood motel we're doing okay But "hey," maybe before I leave, I'll snag an apple from the family tree Some seeds, a little snack, organic memory of everything you've done for me 'Cause we're not the random products of autonomous energy; you got your pals, you got your history And the Dork Ages still rage inside of me I think they will until eternity