We fill our notebooks up with hope Plan out how our life will unfold Only three more years of school to go Dreaming that we’ll find a pot of gold
This is the dawning of our lives But we’re in debt up to our eyes Is this the cost to be alive? A slave to bills until we die
Now we fill our backpacks up with clothes Buy a ticket to Mexico Only two more months of work to go Praying that we find our souls
Yeah we fill our backpacks up with clothes Take a trip to a land unknown Only one more week of work to go Praying that we find our souls Before we have to go back home