In the town of your youth, on some famous road or boulevard or lane, there’s a lilac tree named after you An unfamiliar child gets to see it bloom But is that true? And he rides in his mother’s car It’s big as hell And they’re on their way Line ‘em up to be replaced! In the house lived a dog Not a healer or a saint He’d warm the house with his welcome wag But in his howl I’d hear him say, “I want to run away.” Where is he now? He left us alone He has a new home He’s gone What were you protecting us from, anyway? Line ‘em up to be replaced! Our teacher in the second grade taught us all the names of the presidents and states But after a summer away, she forgot ours Where is she now? With kids half our age They can’t know they’re to be wound and then let go They wind you up and let you go All my friends can’t wait to quit Who’s the next one on the list? All my friends can’t wait to leave and I won’t stand for it I won’t get used to it Follow me out the door