my sister had a stack of 45’s
the sweetest children in the place
it was good to be alive
and i remember endless summer days
they played “kids in america”
at the video arcade

the streets i called mine
it fit like a rhyme
that was another time

something happened to this little town
the children went away
the old buildings came down
i watched it fast but still i can’t believe
the things they have done
who we grew up to be

the streets i called mine
it fit like a rhyme
what happened to that place
and those hearts that were kind
i’d go back again
but it’s so different
with no innocence