Cul De Sac Lyrics

Take me back to the days in the cul de sac

At the baseball games with the crackerjacks

Had the Chuck E. Cheese plates and the finger traps

Watched the Polaroid shake for the photograph, photograph

Back to the days in the cul de sac

Where the sunsets blaze on the Camelback

Skippin' rocks on the lakes we were fishin' at

While the heat made waves that would never crash, picture that

I used to, grab my bike and take a lap around the cul de sac

Until the sweat was dripping down my face like icy soda packs

Then Barry Bonds with brand new wiffle bats

Backyard nicklebacks

Man this life is such a ride, don't be surprised

When them walls come crashing down

'Cause happiness always seems to find it's way back around

So turn that frown upside—that's so cliche

It's just to say, like you scared of heights, don't look down

'Cause life is like a wave and if you surf it you won't drown

Take me back to the days in the cul de sac

At the baseball games with the crackerjacks

Had the Chuck E. Cheese plates and the finger traps

Watched the Polaroid shake for the photograph, photograph

Back to the days in the cul de sac

Where the sunsets blaze on the Camelback

Skippin' rocks on the lakes we were fishin' at

While the heat made waves that would never crash, picture that

Desert heat and rattlesnakes

Dinosaur birthday cakes

Cotton candy skies right before your eyes

Happy meals and chocolate shakes

Summer sports and water guns and oranges by the slice

Could transform any smile, just take a bite, just take a bite

Super Nintendo, movie rentals

Coke mixed with the Mentos

Saturday, morning cartoons

Couldn't wait to get a peek at you

That orange drink was my first Crush

Like a budding love, no Mr. Klump

What a Nutty Bar if you think enough

My life's in sync like double dutch

Wish that I could go back to them days of playing tag

Roller blades and PBJ's, sunny days and belly laughs

When yo ass better had been inside before them street lights flash

We couldn't stay, see, so we just dashed

We all gon' crash and maybe burn

But from the ash we always learn

Ain't no need to be concerned

Never thought I'd turn my memories to melodies

To have them ringing through my ears so heavenly like angel wings

But now I see, that even granny would be pleased

Take me back to the days in the cul de sac

At the baseball games with the crackerjacks

Had the Chuck E. Cheese plates and the finger traps

Watched the Polaroid shake for the photograph, photograph

Back to the days in the cul de sac

Where the sunsets blaze on the Camelback

Skippin' rocks on the lakes we were fishin' at

While the heat made waves that would never crash, picture that