Music: Paul Gordon
Why does it feel like I'm flying
Somebody wake me at last
For I'm right on the edge of the wide wide world
Cause I look at so many faces
And place I never dreamed I would be
There is one empty chair that I simply can't bear to see
And I'm fighting back the tears
Yes, I'm fighting back the tears on graduation day
Still this is rather amazing
Summa Cum Laude and all
But it won't mean a thing if everyone's legs are small
And I'm fighting back the tears
Yes, I'm fighting back the tears on graduation day
I'm here Jerusha
I'm standing in front of you now
I'm here Jerusha
I look like a person you know
I'm here Jerusha
I'm here Jerusha
And I'm fighting back the tears
Yes, I'm fighting back the tears on graduation day
Well, this is your lost Mr. Clothes Pole(Here I am)
Mr. Girl Hater, Dear Mr. Smith(Right before your eyes)
Or whatever you are called
You did not show(I'm right here)
You are not here
And now I'm fighting back the tears(Fighting back the tears)
Breaking through my fears
For I will stand out from the crowed(And you have made somebody proud)
And make somebody proud