- Smike: Parents, what kind of people do they think they are/ They're just a pair of lovers who bring you in the World/ and there the loving starts to fade/ who needs people telling you/ to brush your teeth and go upstairs/ go to bed and say your prayers/ don't need you I'm better off the way I am.
- Smike: But when I'm feeling lost/ I keep my fingers crossed/ and try to show that I don't care/ in the warm light/ of a brand new day.