i was concerned
we are us
we are real
we do the things
that help us feel

that i was sat behind a school desk
i never expected those days to last
and i was glad to leave
and see them become my past
but, growing up does seem to have happened fast
i can hardly believe it

no one need know what –
what we are on about
could i ever –
be something like them?

remember, it is not me
who yearns to be different
it is not me –
who thinks it is great to be cool –
and lost inside my head

stephanie says
i had to guess
she was talking to me
as she came through
like psychic radio

you can climb slowly
and say a prayer tonight
you can see someone special
in your splendid flight