I’m driving down the street
Where we both lived so long ago,
Passing the streetlight
Halfway between our childhood homes,
Where underneath we talked at night
And shared our young hearts’ dreams,
In those days when the world was right,
Or so it seemed.
Sometimes I think about
Those streetlight days, old friend,
When our world was no bigger
than where the sidewalk ends
When life was light
And the sun was bright
And we floated through our days
Believing it would always be this way.
Sometimes I miss those streetlight days.
I remember
Playing hide and seek
Behind the old high school,
Racing down the street so fast to
The local pool,
Riding bikes until
The sun went down,
Playing our guitars
In those days when we
Never went too far.