lemonade stands and memories of innocence and purity
and the noon day sun at
ninety degrees the things i carry with me
the ice cream man at four or five
how we'd flag him down and ask for rides
and evenings when we'd sit outside and
name the cloud shapes in the sky those days are gone now
and we must carry on
but i will not forget the things i learned on your front lawn
and how we rode
those dusty trails on huffys
and schwinns from christmas sales made forts out
of crates with rusty nails and only came home
when our stomachs failed those
days are gone now and we must move forward still
but i will not forget the
things i understood at your window
sill i walked your street again last night
and laughed to dull the sting of spite
but your door was dark and it made me
cry cause mother always kept you shining bright
but things they change and
people grow and move in step with the green paper flow
but deep inside i wonder
or maybe i already know that they never really find the answers