Four More Years - Rich Aucoin

This, this is the start.

We only just got here and soon we’ll part.

But we still got four more years.

You, you’re only here so long,

Feels like I just met you and now you’re gone.

And I, I’m alone so much.

What good are friends you cannot touch?

While we still got four more years.

Friends, they always grow.

But the more you meet, the less you’ll know.

And I, I fucking miss my friends.

I gotta tell you guys before it ends

That we still got four more years.