Children are all waiting for me to come home.
Children all dressed in grey and hay.
They are all happy, they all smile.
They say they have been waiting for a while.
These children know more things than me.
These know way more things than we.
They sing and it feels like rustling leaves.
These children know me.
They look out the window and they see,
The worldly goddess in we.
Like I said, these children know way more things than we.
