Pencils down, pages in
Your time is up, your time is up
Ring the bell, run the halls
A Dogwood spring, a Dogwood spring
Kites, balloons, I cut the string
Our time is up, our time is up
Bus exhaust, yearbook ink
A Dogwood spring, a Dogwood spring
Ponytail, dusty jeans
My time is up, my time is up
A rose of leaves, a clover chain,
I hope we both get Miss McVay
It's time to go, I want to stay
Freckles bloom, August dreams
A Dogwood spring, a Dogwood spring
Say goodbye, say anything
My time is up
