Looking at the Ferns

Holidays and holy wars
Please turn off your phone
Where'd you put your cap and gown
Now that you're old and grown
Where you think your mother goes
When we all leave this place
Don't believe what they say
Everything's still the same

And the cold rain washes down
As we fall to the ground
I'd like to believe

When we're old we could start to see
How it all used to be
When we would try to believe

And I want to believe
That when we fall we'll be in outer space
Right past the galaxy, we'll be on our way



Credits
Writer(s): Phony Danza
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