Take me out,
Take me out to winter, to color, and to ignorance
Where she whispers in his ear, and loves with no fear,
And the automobiles drive themselves,
And the monsters stay in the closet,
Where she walked through strawberry fields with a blindfold,
Just holding his hand.

Take me out,
Take me out to summer,
Where his friends were all brothers
And they painted the forests red and white
They went to the bayou,
The marquee and the drive-thru,
Where they laughed until they cried…

Now she knows better, the blindfold is tethered,
And she sees him in full light.
And as she gets farther,
He grabs her hands harder,
And screams at her not to let go.
The monsters are now out of his closet,
And she‘s married to some sort of artist,
And now they live in a house on some exotic road.

And his friends grew older,
And all the memories blew over,
Along with the dried paint and snow.
They invite themselves over every other summer,
And they all laugh until they cry.

All of them laugh until they cry
They all laugh until they cry…