as long as we twirl our umbrellas, it'll all be ok
we'll slip between the windows and out into the rain
braver than our parents ever were or ever could be cause
we see with eyes of hope, we are immortal in our smiles
and our leaping hearts will whisper

who can touch us
who can touch us now?

we are more than we imagined in the summer of our childhood
our dreams have grown like pumpkins, gold between the autumn leaves
and our songs will tell those stories of love and betrayal
as we fly in our gossamer skirts above cities and streams

crouched around an open fire we will sing with our guitars
and the sound of strings will echo through this long-forgotten place
we'll wake up the musty darkness as our voices sound like trumpets
to give the gift that sounds like growing in the sparkling summer rain



back to college in three days! can't wait...