I don’t remember the day I grew up,
But I will not forget how it felt
It felt like a bone was taken out of my back as I struggled through this change I'd been dealt
But looking back often I see my old friends
With their bats and their mitts and their gloves
Sooner or later they'd all move away
But the thing that remains is the love
All the balls through the windows and our mothers' loud shrieks,
I will always remember that street
I think of the nights spent out under that light
As we talk about how life will be
With dreams of a mansion and four car garage
We had goals, we had hopes, we were free
As we hid in the bushes too scared to be seen
We thought that we would never have to go
But just like the grass mowed six feet from our face
We just had to be cut to regrow
With the man in the garage that was never asleep
I will always remember that street
From the first time I climbed up that mountain of stairs
To the day that I tearfully left
There are things that I leave here and pass on today
Oh, my childhood belongs to you next
Though the castle may tumble to the smallest of creeks
I will always remember that street
I will always remember that street
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