Can Johnny Come Out And Play?

Summer nights and water gun fights
Out on the streets, is where the children would meet
And mothers would call, to warn them of fall, and come home
The kids didn't mind, they would just waste their time, alone

The autumn leaves that were made in the spring
Once originally green, Oh what a sight to see
Create a compost for the host of the winters ahead
And they reciprocate the cycle of life again


Coats flew off the shelf in November
The coldest winter that I can remember
The snow and flurries and frozen streets
Anxiously waiting the summer heat

Around sometime in May, when the snow had decayed
Children finally left home, now that they're fully grown
With their coffee in hand, it's so much more than I can stand
But they'll never know, that they're all just a part of the show