Yesterday still takes me to those summer streets so old
Where our voices are but echoes and our stories go untold
I was there when it all came together
I was there when it all fell apart
We had all ages at the Joyo
The hardcore in the garage
When the Westside came to Pawnee
They took us in as one of their own
We had 5 guys inside an old Ford van
No clubs here to call our home
As the years drift by many dreams did die
At the hands of responsible fools
Left behind what they love, this old town
Won't give up, and these old bricks, they won't fall down
Not till this life finally drags us to the ground
Take me back to the days when our fathers sung
And worked their backs till the day's last bell had rung
Take me back to the days, down these summer streets so old
Where our voices are but echoes and our stories go untold
Just a short drive down through the bottoms
From the Belmont streets we ran when we were young
That familiar buzz from the trees now gone
On a porch so many friends called home
Though the years they never come between us
They move on just like we knew that they would
A generation lost to progress
Hold tight to the lives they once knew
As the years drift by many dreams did die
At the hands of responsible fools
Left behind what they love, this old town
Won't give up, and these old bricks, they won't fall down
Not till this life finally drags us to the ground
Take me back to the days when our fathers sung
And worked their backs till the day's last bell had rung
Take me back to the days, down those summer streets so old
Where our voices are but echoes and our stories go untold
Take me back to the days when our fathers sung
And worked their backs till the day's last bell had rung
Take me back to the days, down these summer streets so old
Where our voices are but echoes and our stories go untold
Where our voices are but echoes and our stories go untold