180 days a year

1,000 footsteps through the hall

Sometimes we break from friends


Sometimes we hit the mall


From varsity games on Friday night
And scared to ask out your first prom date
And hoping that your high school sweetheart


Would never show up late




From getting suspended

For texting your best friend in class



And seeing your life



Flash before you so fast



From getting that letterman


That you worked four years for


And making that final touchdown

That you’ll always remember you scored



From being in marching band


Black Watch was for the best



But still for the others



These years were a test



From studying for the SATs


To huge grad parties in the end


And to the drawn out text message



You were to afraid to send





So now we all stand



In a huge line here we are



In our caps and gowns




We’ve gone so very far