The Senior Song
There were mornings when I got up extra early.
And sometimes I wouldn’t show my face ‘til nine.
But there was something that brought me here, year after year.
Oh, SMN, you kept me right in line.
There were mornings when the roof leaked into trashcans in the hall.
And sometimes we sat and sweat in hot sunshine.
But there was something that you wanted to say, day after day.
Oh, SMN, you kept me right in line.
I smoked cigarettes in your bathrooms, kissed girls behind your doors.
Studied hard in fancy classrooms ‘til I couldn’t work no more.
I dragged myself to you on Mondays, after Friday nights and wine.
Oh, SMN, you kept me right in line.
There were mornings when my teachers seemed to hate me.
And they tempted me to skip out all the time.
But you possessed the perfect cure with all the things you were.
Oh, SMN, you kept me right in line.
I learned how to draw a pentagon and what was inside of a toad.
I learned why the Civil War went on and the Dewey Decimal Code.
I learned sixteen words of German, ran a mile in 4:59…
Oh, SMN, you kept me right in line.
So now tonight I face my graduation.
I’m a Senior, and it really feels fine.
But I owe it all to you — you told me all you knew.
Oh, SMN, you kept me right in line.
And 50 years from now we’ll still remember.
Like tiny leaves still clingin’ to a vine.
All the good times and the bad, and all the fun we had.
Oh, SMN, you kept us right in line.
Oh, Shawnee Mission North — you’ll always be mine!