It's all here
Today is the only day
The old times make way for the new


Some fruit punch
Spills on a tablecloth

But there ain't no mess to clean up

Garbage in a can sticks together

The tiniest of things are forever
Drop a couple coins and a feather
And watch them float away at the same time


Song is made with sugar and lemonade
Sing on the porch, swing along

Me and you having a barbecue
Sticking our thumbs in the air


Meeting of some notes on a pocket
Sitting in the sun with some chocolate
Drop a couple pens and some pencils

And watch it all fall right into place