Autumn in Berkeley is the bathroom flooding from the rain
And going for a drink anyway
Talking about which professors we prefer at the bar
Somehow there’s warmth in the gray sky
No heater in a building that’s 200 years old
Impostor syndrome fades away when
We’re huddled around the study table
These are the big moments we dreamed of as kids
With aspirations for a place like this
This place we now call ours