As I walk on this old dirt road
My best friend and I
The mystery of girls
I would sing country songs
He would play an air trumpet
Jazz band practice
I had to sing a rock song
So he could laugh at my country twist
At least I tried
I was no Led Zeppelin or Elvis
Yet I knew most songs
We would steal cigars
And stop at the bakery
For bismarks from beautiful girls
Ten miles round trip on foot was
Nothing for a couple of adolescents
We had won the lotto of time
And were burning through hours
His time ran out a few years ago
But I still smile at our antics
And the secrets we found out
That aren't so secret now
What an exciting time
Strange how those years
Press so hard on one's memory
And I feel like the same person
While everything else has changed
As I walk down that old road
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