Here at the Great Lakes leaves are still so new
When the sun goes down it gives us a scare:
That we might wake up and they're not there
Some of the us, though thankfully few,
Just sit up all night waiting in a stare.
When the sun goes down it gives us a scare:
That we might wake up and they're not there
Some of the us, though thankfully few,
Just sit up all night waiting in a stare.