The Yearbook -

Far too old to be back

Where the memories have grown

Creeping out of their beds

Jumping fences, crossing roads

I find myself in my second childhood

Wondering if it shows

But there’s a boy in the yard

He shouts there’s places we can go

Make me

(Make me)

Alright

(Alright)

Take me

(Take me)

Home tonight

I am the tourist and he

Watches me watch everything

I don’t remember the way

Back to where old hurt is king

There is only the fun of new and

Night and sweet and free

Thank God I didn’t miss out

On the point of our living

Make me

(Make me)

Alright

(Alright)

Take me

(Take me)

Home tonight