To be the one that she writes of in books by candlelight
To be the one she speaks of 
As we go on and on about the dawn and all the things that turn us on
And aren’t we what we have been made?

An essay due on Langston Hughes’ autobiography
And gifts to buy before I leave
And we go on about geography, directions, maps
And which city we will be in on New Years Eve

Too much time left on my hands?
Too many hands on my time
And the radio plays what it wants to hear so I’m out of here
Someone tell them that I’m out of here
I’m out of here this year

Too much time on my hands?
Too many hands on my time and I’m running out of time and out of lines
And a college boy should study more
But I’m so bored with teachers that teach summaries and summarize our lives

The radio plays what it wants to hear so I’m out of here
Someone tell them that I’m out of here
I’m out of here this year

The radio plays what it wants to hear so I’m out of here
Someone tell them that I’m out of here
I’m out of here this year

                          Thanks to adrina for these lyrics