Pontiacs
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Growing up we had it good
A safe neighborhood
A chain backed stall and a baseball field
I would grab my ball and bat
My glove and my hat
And I'd hop on my two wheels
The sun would set around seven
Batter up it's time to play
I can remember it all like just yesterday
Pick up trucks and Pontiacs
Took the place of swinging bats
And girls became the ones to blame
Sneaking out and sneaking 'round
Trying not to make a sound
Talking late and tempting fate
I remember my first time in the back of a Chevrolet
I can remember it all like just yesterday
Now I look back with the thought
Was that as good as it got
The way I feel, it's all too real
I wonder where I went off track
I'm still hung up on looking back
Now I don't know, just where to go
So here I sit with a song of nostalgia to be sung
I'd give anything for one more day of being young
One more day of being young
One more day of being young
Before I knew it I was gone
To junior college then withdrawn
I felt alone so far from home
I found myself a warehouse shift
Where my mind would only drift
To baseball days and girls in spades
But I didn't have a bill to pay or a reason to be low
And I didn't seek salvation in a glass of Old Crow
Now I look back with the thought
Was that as good as it got
The way I feel, it's all too real
I wonder where I went off track
I'm still hung up on looking back
Now I don't know, just where to go
So here I sit with a song of nostalgia to be sung
I'd give anything for one more day of being young
One more day of being young
One more day of being young
Now here I sit at twenty-nine
With these memories of mine
And years to go and things to know
I know its highs and its lows
And it's not always what you chose
But time and place and finding grace
As I look back on the halcyon days of my youth
Every day I am closer to finding the truth