Back in the Day

Back when the nights lasted longer than weeks. When did we meet?

Can't even remember. Crowded house parties, a garage down the street. Pockets full of

nothing, still we ran the street. Running on fumes, half empty.

Laughing at nothing like we had a clue. Back in the day,

thought we were funny. Living life too bold, a little bit

crazy. Taking the outsiders, turn 'em to family. Right where we

always wanted to be. Years might pass, but life gets loud.

We still reach for that same old crowd. Hill dash days