Lyrics:

We fill our notebooks up with hope

Plan out how our life will unfold

Only three more years of school to go
Dreaming that we'll find a pot of gold

This is the dawning of our lives
But we're in debt up to our eyes

Is this the cost to be alive?
A slave to bills until we die
Now we fill our backpacks up with clothes

Buy a ticket to Mexico
Only two more months of work to go
Praying that we find our souls
Yeah, we fill our backpacks up with clothes

And take a trip to a land unknown...
Only one more week of work to go
Praying that we find our souls
Before you have to go back home