Cul De Sac

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