Mr. Porter's gone insane. He ran away again with Mrs. Johnson's maid--
that's what the kids all said.
I saw you standing there beside the picture window of Mrs. Johnson's house--
we watched it all go down.
 
I met you on the way to school, riding bus 19, we talked about the news
from the Porter's kid.
I thought about The Lions then, and I wished that I could let you in
You'd be the first girl in.
 
I was you were we were The Lions
I was you were we were The Lions.
 
Final summer Saturday, in the Chesser's tree house built on Shoulder Lane
the sunlight splashed my face.
You lightly brushed my hand, you blinked at me and this is what you said
as Summer exploded . . .
 
I was you were we were The Lions
I was you were we were The Lions.