Ahhh... the good old days, lineups for the bathroom in the morning before catching the schoolbus.
Lyrics
Set Of Four
We're all home at the old house
News is filling up my head
A thousand shoes are in the hallway
Where tonight is my bed?
Trooping out to the backyard
To take photos of us all
Documenting us together
Shivering without our coats
We are used to waiting
Outside the bathroom door
We are used to waiting
We are a set of four
Going to a new school
I know my brother's here somewhere
It takes the edge off the loneliness
That I'd feel if he wasn't there
Running after the school bus
Running off to a class
Running off to catch an airplane
Running out to go to mass
We are used to waiting
Outside in the car
We are used to waiting
We are a set of four
Four ways to tell a story
Four ways to pay attention
Four ways to hog the clicker
Four ways to talk forever
We're a reflection of our parents
And the way we were brought up
We are alumni of our childhood
We share an energy
We are used to waiting
At the airport
We are used to waiting
We are a set of four
