Park Ave is where it all happened,
the house at the end of the street was always shakin' with laughter.
Our whole lives, the whole summer, we were never inside,
the porch held late-night conversations and swallowed pride.
And our seats... yours & mine.
On the edge, looking at the street,
against the brick wall where we'd rest our feet.
and talk about our future, and where we wanna be.
The ally where we'd always meet,
at night we'd light up the street.
I bet our woods still smell like weed and our initials are still carved into that old tree.
Weekly trips to the mall with friends who've come and gone
til it turned into just you & I.
Never really had anything to buy...
but shit, we were always by each other's side.
