A summer night, driving down those vacant streets
Memories unfold and the feelings surface of the past
Where the intersection of Wadsworth and 104th meets
This is the world where my legacy will last
The halls are lined with lockers, silent and without hurry
I remember pushing through the mob to not be late
Life was simple then, I had no worry
Except for a tennis match or a prom date
I miss the girls, I miss the parties, I miss my friends
I miss the sports, I miss the dances, I miss those Friday nights
When we would commit mischief and debauchery without amends
Those glorious moments are now mere ghosts on these legendary sites
As I pull away and watch it fade in my rearview mirror
I lament that those days are no longer here
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