My mind is like a video of memories, but I don't know if I'm crazy,
In the classroom, I would pray I wouldn't have to read that day - I was lazy,
People thought but didn't say,
I turn the page of red and grey - I'm bolder,
The golden boys who got the girls are going bald with no more curls - they're older.
Well, the moon is full tonight and I'm going back,
Tell me, where you are tonight 'cause I'm going back to my school,
Going back to my school.
Teachers smirked, but never knew what I had inside, and when I'd grew I'd show them,
But I realised the other day: it wouldn't matter what they'd say, I'd know when.
Well, the moon is full tonight and I'm going back,
Tell me, where you are tonight 'cause I'm going back to my school,
Going back to my school.
You locked me up inside,
My feelings I denied.
Well, the moon is full tonight and I'm going back,
Tell me where you are tonight 'cause I'm going back to my school,
Going back to my school,
Well, the moon is full tonight and I'm going back,
Tell me, where you are tonight 'cause I'm going back to my school,
Going back to my school.
(my school)
Tell me where you are, oh, (my school)
Tell me where you are tonight, oh.
