Of innocence and purity
 And the noonday sun at ninety degrees
 The things I carry with me

 The ice cream man at four or five
 How'd we 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
 They they never really find the answers