Old school yard
The place where life was at its best
As friends we met there
No man's land
Our land on the edge of town
Where all of us believe that we were heroes
Now it's not the same
This place in my memories
Where I often came
Now the things have changed
The kids don't play there
They don't play there anymore
Autumn fair
The place to walk and fool around
While no one had a dime
Crossing town
Where gangs would fight collecting Christmas trees
To burn on every corner
Now it's not the same
This place in my memories
Where I often came
Now the things have changed
The kids don't play there
And then comes independence day
The day to move and find your way
No more games to play
The end of childhood came
Crossing town
It seems the more the place to hang around
the last resort to kill the time
Now it's not the same
This place in my memories
Where I often came
Now the things have changed
It's not the same
As I remember
