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I kept your pencil in my lunch sack
You drew a tiny sun on the back
We hid a note in the library book
And read that page with a single look
Now the city is far and the school is a dot
The names we yelled out have been forgot
We trade our sneakers for a pair of gray boots
And the path that we ran is covered with roots
The old clock still ticks above the door
The gym floor still wears our old score
But the shout of that joy has gone unheard
It's a language that time finally blurred
The old clock still ticks above the door
The gym floor still wears our old score
Now I smile at the past with a softer gaze
The years have all turned into honest days
Now the city is far and the school is a dot
The names we yelled out have been forgot
We trade our sneakers for a pair of gray boots
And the path that we ran is covered with roots
The old clock still ticks above the door
The gym floor still wears our old score
But the shout of that joy has gone unheard
It's a language that time finally blurred
The old clock still ticks above the door
The gym floor still wears our old score
Now I smile at the past with a softer gaze
The years have all turned into honest days
