The names are all written on Popsicle sticks
Swirled in the can, anyone can be picked
Anticipation rises as your stomach falls
Will you have the answers when the teacher calls?
(echo last line)

CHORUS

All the little triumphs, small victories, defeats
Now we’re in between ten and twenty,
But in a year, a month, a week?
Grab it by the tail, by the tail, by the tail
Grab it, grab it
By the tail

Do you remember seven, skating the hill?
Cold fingers, sweaty hair, heart in thrill.
Every wild moment, every skipping beat
Hopscotch, my heart; jump rope, my feet
(echo last line)

CHORUS

Elementary, dear Watson, exists no more
Middle school, high school, soon out the door.
Stepping out of the lines on the ground we once chalked
Out of the lockers we slammed, the halls we once walked

Instrumental

BRIDGE:
I’m trying to keep time, trapped in a locket
But the world won’t fit in my jacket pocket

CHORUS

(Can you hold it?
Like a comet.)