East Andover

She’s late again, grab your coat and then
Wake mother from her slumber
Take her to the bus 'cause soon
They’ll be waiting at the corner
All the times, she couldn’t count if she tried
On her second grade fingers
Wishing to be with the snow covered trees
In the fields of East Andover
In the fields of East Andover
And all the times, she couldn’t count if she tried
On her second grade fingers
Wishing to be with the snow covered trees
In the fields of East Andover
In the fields of East Andover
Late again, what’s the hurry then?
And sometimes, mother knows best
The day’s begun, live it like your last one
In the fields of East Andover
In the fields of East Andover