Lemonade stands and memories
Of innocence and purity
And the noonday sun at ninety degrees
The things I carry with meThe 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 skyThose days are gone now and we must carry on
But I will not forget the things I learned on your front lawnAnd 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 failedThose days are gone now and we must move forward still
But I will not forget the things I understood at your window sillI 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 brightBut things they change and people grow
And move in step with the green paper flow
But deep inside I wonder or maybe I'd already know
That they never really find the answersThey never really find the answers