Hopscotch in the rain
The rain will wash away all the colored bits of chalk we scribbled on the sidewalk
And though those days are gone
They still sing along in their own parade
Scamper down the street
Marching to a cool beat
Counting down the days
Scratching tally marks in your bedpost
Throw off all the sheets
Those things I don't need in my own parade
Waiting for the sunshine summer brings
After 'bout a month, reunite the bunch
Come back, we've only three hours
To put together something that we call our own
You know where to find us
We're in the garage, playing, writing songs