They're riding on the winds of adolescent hopes and dreams while the pretty ribbons of red and gold and the glittering lights shatter around them

And it's in bright little pairs of two that they dance to the unforgiving tune to all that they'll lose when the summer sun shines her last shine and bows the last bow before the curtain of death

And the glory days which had do definitely defined them will end them, leave them dead and empty in the wake of their abrupt leave

And they'll have nothing left to do but wander lost in the ashes of what they used to be