In grass the shape of the cityscape Swaying gently They watch the birds fall out the trees And they spin around like sycamore seeds They make their recovery In a room some things occurred there For the first time But the boy with the big ideas He, he sold them all for peter and weed He'll make a recovery He'll make a recovery Girl finds elsewhere, it's tough to compare A boy and a man who says "There's still room in the bed for a boy and his pop-punk band" He cleans his room up when he's tripped over everything Girl finds her way back home Boy awaits return of the runaway girl Boy awaits return of the runaway girl Boy awaits return of the runaway girl (They make their recovery) Boy awaits return of the runaway girl Boy awaits return of the runaway girl (They make their recovery) In grass the shape of the cityscape Swaying gently They watch the birds fall out the trees And they spin around like sycamore seeds