Kids - Field Mouse

Think it over, you’ve got nowhere else to sleep

Lay yourself down, don’t worry about me

In the morning when light pushes in

Make it over, it’s been such a long long time

Left the pine trees just to see if I could find

Something more than the shapes we made

In the earth on those days

Every summer, I wish I could still relate

But we were all just kids

And kids exaggerate

Kids exaggerate