The Classic Crime
Summer of ’92
Remember when the neighborhood was ours
Bikes on the sidewalk
Passing cars
In the never ending summer of ’92
Sun bleached hair, freckled faces
Simple things to do
And at the end of each day
When our shadows stretched out
We’d swear to meet again
Soon as the sun came back around
Do you remember the streetlights
Riding home on our bikes
So sad to see the sun go down
When every day was a lifetime
We couldn’t wait to get outside
On the sidewalks in our hometown
Do you remember when the cops were called
Watched as the marriages fell apart
I swear when I graduate I’m gone
Into the great beyond
The only thing I know
Is I’m getting out of this town
Where everything moves slow
I’m not coming home
Not coming down
What’s it gonna take
How did we get separated
From the things that we used to do
In the these early august days
I can feel my heart ache
For the summer of ’92
I know it wasn’t perfect
But I feel like I’ve been searching
For a memory that I lost of you
What’s it gonna cost
To recover from the loss
Maybe a lifetime or two
All of the roads we went down
Without a map we found our way
All of the timeless wonders
The sun in the sky
The endless days
We couldn’t stay