well the season is nearly through
its been forever not being with you
but time must go on and on
so we must go where we belong
a brand new place we've never been to
with longer walks and a shadier view
miles of bodies as we imagine
being trampled we fear will happen
no time for games, there is no time
another eternal wait in line
in four more years we'll be just fine
we'll meet again at a place not far
not a train or bus or even car
will be needed for this short walk
perhaps I'll meet you around the next block
oh reality we fear will soon cave in
lets have our fun now before it ends
dear friend of mine, will I see you again?
maybe next year, when the season ends