Us Kids.

There are rocks under our backs,

but I can hardly feel them.

You and I, we're the only ones alive,

the rest are dead so let's leave 'em.

We'll sit above the sky

and question our surroundings,

look at cars in parking lots

and question their keepers.

But we won't get too close

we'll stay in birds eye view.

Just you and I,

just me and you.