the whistle blows and leaves blew off the road
as a thousand start the race to tic tac toe
and here's a boy, boy's hoping sky-high
hoping to be first in line

the haste of race, the racers running by
the boy receives a budging from the other side
curious, says "here we go"

with each step and with each stride
the boy's ambition strays-a-way offside
he's tired of wishing
and while the boy is off his own way
doesn't feel quite the same

with each step and with each stride the race is over
looks down, says "I don't really feel so good today"

listen here!
has the season got you down?
did you find the roses rough?
did your smile slip away?
listen to me boy!
listen to me dear!
you shall not go down that way!

and just like that the boy turned right around
sober as the leaves that grace sober ground
and here's a boy who was hoping sky-high
hoping to be first in line

and just like that boy wasn't quite the same
half-awake the other half estranged
looks up, says "I don't really feel so bad today"