Toussaint, Grey, First in Life and 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 of the walls

Summertime is here again

I'm not thinking of the friends

I left behind