Emerald Lake. AB

Left arms burnt, we head for the lake

A bit more sun than we could take

I'll push the Jimmy, if you push the Dave

Then we could sink down to the bottom and say

What a fine life we are living

And I think you'll agree

That the train tracks are complimentary

To squishing pennies and kissing girls

We scratched our names all in a row

Into a tree, in hopes it would grow

Into the tallest tree the forest ever would know

We'd climb up to the top and shout to below

What a fine life we are living