Best Days Of Our Lives

It seems when I walk these streets
That it all comes back to me
Playing games like Hide and Seek
Kiss and Tell and playing hooky
We used to run around
In those gardens
Picking roses from
The neighbours bush
She'd come out
Shouting all ballistic
And we'd run
Beating down the concrete

And though the names
Have all changed
Those streets still stand
House and frame
And those the kids
Took husbands and wives
Those were the
Best days of our lives

I thought if
I would run away
I'd take my stuff in
A cloth tied to a stick
Wrapped maybe a
Kalakukko
Some pyjamas
And some socks
Where we'd go maybe
No one knows
A touch of nature in
Prospect Park
We took the bus
To Rockaway Beach
An we didn't come
Home till dark

And though the names
Have all changed
Those streets still stand
House and frame
And those the kids
Took husbands and wives
Those were the
Best days of our lives