Auburn sky.
The kids have left the city.
Oh what a night.
The crimson streets so pretty.
Heads held high.
So sweet. Delight.
Heads held high.
Such sweet delights.

Now dry your eyes.
Take a smile and go outside.
When there's nothing else to do.
Find the fun inside of you.
'cos when it's gone
You'll [bad word] the lonely John.
When there's nothing else to do
Find the fun inside of you