[00:02.267]The path we scuffed is now a green,
[00:07.111]The iron rim has lost its sheen,
[00:11.978]The chain-link fence is laced with rust,
[00:16.889]And all our marks have turned to dust.
[00:19.978]I grip the pole we used to lean,
[00:27.778]The worn initials all but seen,
[00:32.644]The painted line before my feet,
[00:37.733]Starts to hum a patient beat.
[00:42.378]The rusted gate, the crooked hoop,
[00:45.089]The pale chalk lines that still loop,
[00:47.200]It doesn't hurt, it doesn't sting,
[00:49.756]It's just the way the old days sing.
[00:52.133]The rusted gate, the crooked hoop,
[00:54.822]The pale chalk lines that still loop,
[00:57.067]I feel the years slide off like grains,
[01:00.678]And my old self takes back the reins.
[01:20.189]I grip the pole we used to lean,
[01:24.944]The worn initials all but seen,
[01:29.789]The painted line before my feet,
[01:34.878]Starts to hum a patient beat.
[01:40.811]The rusted gate, the crooked hoop,
[01:43.456]The pale chalk lines that still loop,
[01:45.989]It doesn't hurt, it doesn't sting,
[01:48.078]It's just the way the old days sing.
[01:50.544]The rusted gate, the crooked hoop,
[01:53.167]The pale chalk lines that still loop,
[01:55.389]I feel the years slide off like grains,
[01:59.011]And my old self takes back the reins.