Waited on the rocks for them
Off the burning sand
We only just escaped that dreadful spectre
And all that fearful wandering
Had burst our strands
I guess it wouldn't hurt to take
You back to the beginning it's only right
Always had been a clique it seems
A lingering gang
A circle that whose center was a box
Of some tape things
Reasoned to be free of ties and so it seemed
Spending all those nights just barely dancing
A fire that could consume it'self
And everyone between
What happens when you forget
All those young feelings oh no
It's not right can't make it more clear
We're never going back again
Most of the town better off not
Playing with anyone but yourself