These colder nights don’t change a thing, I’m walking Through leaves that leave their trees, return to soil Soils that will soon freeze and we talk on the phone When we’re both alone, practice penmanship, Our names on walls with markers broad and thick Broad strokes, the lines we draw, from block to block And across shining seas until they meet again I won’t forget, we leave our marks And don’t regret a thing, ‘cause we’re growing, And each time we collide we learn and after all, We’ll stay close to what we know we can be, All we can be, across shining seas into the sunrise Ride our bikes into the sunrise