Days of My Youth

There's a place in the back of my mind called 2111 Wenksville Road In the shadow of the Michaux Forest where the apple trees blossom and grow For a boy who grew up alone this was magical beyond belief Run far to the open hills and back again sweet release... Summer nights spent in the moonlight chasing fireflies until we collapse Stand in line for Shank's till 9 right across from the rundown tile plant Red door to the hardware store creaks softly inward on its rusty hinge Grab nails, a hammer and a pail throw a stick of gum in for ten cents... These were the Days of My Youth long gone Never know what the past means until you've moved on Send a letter to the old town in the country you grew up To let them know I'll always have you in the back of my mind... Play pretend with our very close friends that we're actors from our favorite silent films Don't speak, energy wakes the trees at the camp where lost kids roam Orchards surround and close in make a labyrinth of this small town No escape for the ones who wait for the harvest to be plentiful again... These were the Days of My Youth long gone Never know what the past means until you've moved on Send a letter to the old town in the country you grew up To let them know I'll always have you in the back of my mind...