September - moe.

Saturday morning and it’s time to go

One day these could be the days but who could have known

Loading in the back of a pickup truck

Riding with the boys and pushing the luck

Singing songs loud on the way to the game

Wishing all the things could still be the same

Chinese home runs over the backstop

Kakua on the ball and soda pop well

We used to laugh a lot but only because we thought

That everything good always would remain

Nothing’s gonna change there’s no need to complain

Sunday morning and it’s time to go

Been raining all night so everybody knows

Over to the field for tackle football

Big hits, big hats, yeah, give me the ball

Rain is pouring, touchdown scoring

Keep on rolling, never boring

Karma, karma, karma chameleon

We’re talking kinda funny from helium

We used to laugh a lot but only because we thought

That everything good always would remain

Nothing’s gonna change there’s no need to complain

Monday morning and it’s time to go

Wet trunks and schoolbooks and sand on my toes

Do anything you can to dodge the bus stop blues

Like driving a padiddle with a burnt out fuse

My best friend Kimi wants to go with you

So meet her by the sugar mill after school

My best friend Kimi wants to go with you

Meet her by the sugar mill after school

We used to laugh a lot but only because we thought

That everything good always would remain

We used to laugh a lot but only because we thought

That everything good always would

Everything good always would remain