The things we think in homesickness.

train kept a rollin, all semester long. And now a cliff is approaching. A waterfall, with rapids following suit. But its alright, Im safe in my duckboat, and mine can go in reverse. But I wont let it.
So little river left before a familiar plunge, my pockets arent water proof, but as long as I keep the pockets even after their soaked, my shirt should remain as pristine white as I'd like it.
But we'll just have to see if the fish and mermaids will let me keep my pockets. I'll fight em all off with a knife if I have to, I wont be going with that flow any longer.