Memories from my youth,
The bridge goes up, keeping me from my goal,
'Fore I lost my first tooth,
This one looks like it may be from Russia,
There's an app for that now,
Just like all the things in life you can know,
It's not about learning, but knowing how,
But the kids are still stoked by the ship's size,
Well, the grown-ups are, too,
How can something that big actu'lly still float?!
You'd think the damn thing flew.
There goes the horn,
The bridge is going down,
This wait will soon escape my memory,
Along with the reason it was profound.