I can feel another winter coming on
And we're still walking the same ground.
Our footprints are blending together.
And I can still see them in circles
In and out of this place.
May this headache go away. May this smile stay the same.

When I grow up.
I want to be like me.
And when you grow up
I hope that you're still like you.

And we are still living under the same sky.
But these parking lot lights block mine.
And we'd like to think that we've changed.
But I keep telling the same ten stories
In and out of this place.
With the same embellished lies
About the best times of our lives.

And these stories they go on and on.