We all spit fire, got a little burned
But I never felt slighted, not even a bit spurned
Would you jump off a bridge if they told you to
Depends on the temp and my point of view
The DNR came and I lost my shoe
And Steve's left foot caught a flathead screw
No man left behind, we pulled him through
So here's my cliche song
About the street that I grew up on
No irony or feelings blue
About the times we had on Sunshine Avenue
And it's like you were never gone
When you're back home
And the drives on the Saturdays
I told you guys
And discolored eyes
I thought you would never leave
Never will view you as less than kin
So here's my cliche song
About the street that I grew up on
No irony or feelings blue
About the times we had on Sunshine Avenue
And I can't say your wrong
About decisions when you were gone
Because everyone's got a reason hiding
Beneath the many things that bind them
And I hope you never thought that I was holding you back
Or that was something that you factored in before you had left
Cause I don't think I could live with myself if I was the prick
That forced you out of this town
That made you so sick of the nights out on the Chesapeake
On my father's boat
Biking down to Bradshaw braving Goettner's slope
I know I've missed your stories and your wondrous bluntness
I thought you were the lone stone that guided my compass
You fill my lungs