See those bright colors, br Way up over there. br I see them everywhere, br I can't get away. br I start to go home, br I see them when I get there. br I start to go to school, br And I feel they're right behind me. br But I don't want to turn around, br I don't wnat them to know. br I probably sound weird right now, br But why hide what's true? br I know I'm weird, I'm sorry to say. br But it keeps people going, br With excitement or fear. br There they are again. br Those bright colors I see, br Way up over there. br Right behind me, br Or already there.