I was driving home the other day,
Down the same old streets like always,
I passed the school, the church, the cemetary,
And I started to think of the old days.
I passed my old best friend's house.
She's now moved away with a child of her own.
I passed the park where I met my friends,
We'd like to play games where we were grown.
I drove up a hill that was bigger when I was 9,
I spent hours on my bike in the heat of July,
My legs were sore, the sun burned my skin,
But when I soared down that hill, I knew I could fly.
I stopped for some gas at the convenient store,
And I saw a father walk in with his kid,
It reminded me of walking in with my dad,
No place had a harder choice than the candy aisle did.
I went home, walking through the same door.
Inside, it was the same, never changing its way,
But everywhere I looked, I saw another person.
It was me, long ago, awaiting for this day.