Jet streaks
Across the sky
Out in my own backyard
There's always extra time
Limestone gravel
And railroad ties
Stones borrowed from the gulf
Around a flower garden
In 1995
Riddles printed on popsicle sticks
And Kurt sounds good
To a young Midwestern kid
If I grow up tomorrow
I'll be good and I'll be kind
I'll love you like I do right now
In 1995
Hope I go away
See how the people live someday
Hope I make 100 new friends
That know 100 new games to play
I'll be going far away someday
But I'll be coming back soon
Your party is on the way