in the town of your youth
on some famous road or boulevard or lane
there`s a lilac tree named after you
an unfamiliar child gets to see it bloom
he rides in his mother`s car
it`s as big as hell and they`re on their way
line `em up to be replaced
in the house lived a dog
not a healer or a saint
he`s warm the house with his welcome wag
but in his howl i`d hear him say
i want to run away
where is he now
he left us alone
he has a new home
he`s gone
what were you protecting us from anyway
line `em up to be replaced
my teacher in the second grade
taught us the names
of all the presidents and states
but after a summer away
she forgot ours
where is she now
with kids half our age
they can`t know
they`re about to be wound and then let go
they wind you up and then let you go
all my friends i can`t wait to quit
who`s the next one on the list
all my friends
i can`t wait to leave and i won`t stand for it
i won`t get used to it
follow me out the door