Someday
You won't even see
All of the leaves
On your favorite tree

It'll get cut down
And you'll be uprooted too
Struggling with
The end of our youth

Innocence
Is the first to go
When you realize the world
Can be dark and cold

But don't lose sight of what matters the most
Out there in your real life on the west coast

Illinois winters
Are so long and cold
They chill you right to the bone