Field-trip Buddy - Matt Alber

Fingers clenching the plastic handle of

The lunchbox on the seat I saved for you

And kicking off the clumps of snow still

Clinging to my velcros I wonder if

You remember you said you'd be my

Field trip buddy

Oh the places we'll find all by ourselves

If you would be my field trip buddy

I promise I won't tell anybody else

Please stay together and hold hands

Our instructions before entering

The symphony hall

It's not the chandelier circus

It's not the chandelier circus

That's making me nervous

Your hand playing orchestras

Against mine

Oh the places we'll find all by ourselves

If you would be my field trip buddy

I promise I won't tell anybody else

I won't tell anybody else

Light going down now and everyone

Secretly hoping they never come back on

I hope they never come back on

Balancing elbows you keep

Pressing so slowly

I can't be making this up

And the sugar plums turn to

Cotton candy in my periphery

Our foreheads so close

Right there in the back row

Forseeing a standing ovation

We promised to be each other's

Field trip buddy

Oh the places we'll find all by ourselves

Oh the places we'll find all by ourselves

Be my field trip buddy

I promise I won't tell anybody else

I won't tell anybody else

Anybody else

Oh the places we'll find all by ourselves

The places we'll find all by ourselves

Be my field trip buddy

I promise I won't tell anybody else

I won't tell anybody else

Tell nobody else