I still go out by the old house
Where are you now, you're with another
Where I met you our first summer
Telling stories under streetlights
I am sitting by the curbside
We'd spend hours by the curbside
Like the sun you'd shine brightly
Now those days are gone
Now those days are gone
How your words would amaze me
Where we'd hang out under streetlights
Slowly they'd slipped away
How those times still are with me