Toussaint, Grey, First Live in Death
Racing up and down the halls
Footsteps echo off the walls
Summertime is here again
I'm not thinking of the friends
I'll leave behind
No one wants to be the last one home
Bell rings out at 3 o'clock
I fly out of the starting block
I may be small but I've got speed
Trail of sparks behind my feet
No one wants to be the last one home
Racing up and down the halls
Footsteps echo off the walls
Summertime is here again
I'm not thinking of the friends
I left behind
