Field-trip Buddy
fingers clenching
the plastic handle
of the lunchbox
on the seat I saved for you
and kicking off the clumps of snow
still clinging to my velcros
I wonder if you remember you said
you'd be my field trip buddy
oh the places we'll find all by ourselves
I hope you be my field trip buddy
I promise
I won't tell anybody else
please stay together
and hold hands
our instructions
before entering
the symphony hall
it's not the chandelier circus
that's making me nervous
your hand playing orchestras
against mine
oh the places we'll find all by ourselves
I hope you be my field trip buddy
I promise
I won't tell anybody else
(I won't tell anybody else)
light going down now,
and everyone secretly
hoping they never come back on
(I hope they never come back on)
balancing elbows
you keep pressing so slowly
(I can't be making this up)
and the sugar plums
turn to cotton candy
(in my periphery)
our foreheads so close
and right there in the back row
forseeing a standing ovation
we promised to be each other's
field trip buddy
oh the places we'll find all by ourselves
if you would be my field trip buddy
I promisse
I won't tell anybody else
oh the places we'll find all by ourselves
if you would be my field trip buddy
I promisse
I won't tell anybody else
...Tell nobody else.
the plastic handle
of the lunchbox
on the seat I saved for you
and kicking off the clumps of snow
still clinging to my velcros
I wonder if you remember you said
you'd be my field trip buddy
oh the places we'll find all by ourselves
I hope you be my field trip buddy
I promise
I won't tell anybody else
please stay together
and hold hands
our instructions
before entering
the symphony hall
it's not the chandelier circus
that's making me nervous
your hand playing orchestras
against mine
oh the places we'll find all by ourselves
I hope you be my field trip buddy
I promise
I won't tell anybody else
(I won't tell anybody else)
light going down now,
and everyone secretly
hoping they never come back on
(I hope they never come back on)
balancing elbows
you keep pressing so slowly
(I can't be making this up)
and the sugar plums
turn to cotton candy
(in my periphery)
our foreheads so close
and right there in the back row
forseeing a standing ovation
we promised to be each other's
field trip buddy
oh the places we'll find all by ourselves
if you would be my field trip buddy
I promisse
I won't tell anybody else
oh the places we'll find all by ourselves
if you would be my field trip buddy
I promisse
I won't tell anybody else
...Tell nobody else.
Credits
Writer(s): Matt Alber
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