We had lunch in a bakery
At the end of your street
You say you couldn't stay
Well, I suspect you're looking
In all the wrong places
But you won't forget me

All the while
I was humming to myself, to myself
And I was staring out the windows
To somewhere far, far, far
Far waway, to someone far, far, far away

We were friends in the fifth grade
In the fifth grade
But you run away
And I was lost on the oval under the oak tree
But you found me

All the while
I was humming to myself, to myself
And I was staring out the windows
To somewhere far, far, far
Far waway, to someone far, far, far away