i remember old days
they still seem like yesterday
i remember the words and the games
the woods and the names
the playgrounds and field days
it's all engraved in my brain
written and dissented
like lukewarm glimpses into an ice hole
there's life below but time froze over
the water will rise and the cold will warm
but come sundown, we better be warned
we know we're too old to turn back now
but it's always in sight
high above or down below
as far as we go, we'll always know
