Georgia, 3AM, the movie's over.
Through the window of the charter bus,
I catch a glimpse of strange distant lights.

Shimmers in the wind waft across the highway.
Stars and skyscrapers sing to me,
While I should be asleep...how far from home?

I was just a stupid kid,
But I'm just as stupid now as I was then
And the city passed me by,
But I didn't ask its name and we never met again
If the people that we were
Met the people that we all grew up to be,
Would we want to see ourselves?
Would we want to be ourselves?

Goodbye, Disney World - the party's over.
In the waning Spring, I look back and see the exit sign
No trace of night...
And the days to come are strange distant lights

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