[Verse 1]
Climb upon the roof and peek
Pantone cape around my neck
Running fast, your shoes come off
Nothing is left and nothing is lost
It feels good to be young
[Verse 2]
Throwing air and throwing rocks
Sharpened boards and filling ponds
An eight year old having fun
Let’s organize the weaker ones
With enough wind, I can fly
Call them up and say goodbye