They tore down the diner where echoes of Time after Time remain It was a place of comfort between the pom poms and the heartbreak A sanctuary from 2 AM to the break of dusk Musty coffee, gravy cheese fries with ketchup and our dreams We laughed about the rejection Took comfort in the caffeinated high That was our unscripted reality a long time ago
We didn’t find religion under the steeples blinded by the stained glass fantasies of the bible We found faith in a bottle of Boone’s Farm and the warm embrace of the one we loved deep in the heartland of the woods Strawberry Hill and a kiss That moments that lasted forever and froze time
The lake soaked away the pain of youth Adolescence captured in 33mm Our wanderlust was locked away in the back of a worn down convertible Panties between the hot leather seats That first love; no looking back It was the summer of anytime It was our time Time after time
The hallways riddled in trophies of yesteryear A rainbow of lockers filled with promises of the future A glimpse of a bra strap through a white tee-shirt and our innocence was lost
Go team Go Chiefs and warriors filled the streets and ruled the Friday Night Lights We will rock you on the bus ride there We are the champions echoing on the way home
‘This is the Time to Remember’ still playing in the jukebox of my subconscious The hugs of sadness The kisses of forever Some moved on
Others remained behind But the certificate remains A legal document confirming the best years of our lives.
Time to take a ride down these empty streets Time to find a way to where we once belonged Time to reflect upon the days that made us who we are