The best laid plans of boys and girls
Come crashing down without a wrench
You push and pull your way to heaven
On that same old downtown bench

The TV makes you cry
In spite of the IQ
You may be one in a million
But there's still six thousand just like you

So come inside and rest your head
And think of something else instead
As the seasons, they go round and round
And the painted ponies, they won't stay down for you
But luckily we're all easily amused

Your sweet sixteen sits on the couch
Wrapped up in six-year older skin
You've both stopped working out
You've both put on the extra chin

When you were younger you'd
Sneak over and make out
Now you just buy ticket stubs and drinks
And maybe some takeout

And somehow you've become your dad
You've got all the things he had
As the seasons, they go round and round
And the painted ponies, they won't stay down for you
But luckily we're all easily amused