Camp Song
Will I fall asleep in your arms while a thousand crickets play us both to sleep and I am lost?
No, I haven’t even left and, God I miss you already, turning into something I was not

In time I might turn away
I might say what you can’t say
I don’t even know what I have lost

Will the sound of falling raindrops tapping out a message on the tin that I can’t understand
Tell me what I want to know now, tell me that I might be changing from a boy into a man

Will I fall asleep in your arms while a thousand crickets play us both to sleep?