All us kids are in the graveyard Sticking nails in our coffin And crawling in to wave goodbye 'Cause there's this unifying error in our Course of action, it's a strong attraction To someplace else And we've got maps, we've got tools And two days a week we've got the time That we need to blur that big world out there And don't you love the way this world spins? And since I'm young enough, and Since I'm dumb enough, and Since I'm arrogant, since I have not seen enough I suppose I assume there were some loose guidelines As to what to do to avoid this sense of certitude And we can't deny all that's alive Amongst this current that we let push us around And the self-defeating urge to sink everything we found From what I gather it's a phase that you grow out of But I haven't even outgrown the Small Fry shirt that I own So I guess it takes time to cross the lines to Where you are and what you were back then And now we're done and we're too drunk and kicking fun And the high school kid will fall limp on the bed In deep sleep he will dream of a purple-jersey Small Fry team And the kid hitting home run after home run And the fields were smaller then Much smaller then Much smaller then Much smaller then Much smaller then