-Verse one-(Performed by Switch)

I think it was ninety-four/ lived across from Chris
I use to remember more/ but that’s how it is
Climb rocks kids stuff explore/ find these big sand pits
And watch mat Sundin score/ and Tie Domi hit

Didn’t know what stress was/ happy just because
Fresh air the only buzz/ copy what he does
The youngest in the group/ never knew the scoop
Just learned the lace loop/ hadn’t even heard snoop

At night time I’d star gaze/ or try to catch fireflies
Campfire the only blaze/ fives were my only highs
Now it’s all just a haze/ filled with all these goodbyes
I sure miss those old days/ do you feel the same inside?

-Verse two-(Performed by Notebook)

I remember finding better hobbies when our life would get repetitive
but, even then, it felt as heaven-sent
never irrelevant. over-zealous whenever we met up
walking the streets until dawn, then we'd sneak out; dodging cops on our feet
we found solace in knowing no one could stop us
causing mischeif, going so bonkers. we'd party, most of them'd gossipped
about the shit we'd get into. talk of the town; all the focus was on us
it didn't matter. we were in our zone, and the problems stayed far...
as long as no one got caught up.
teenagers making amazing moments was awesome 'til it all just...
crumbled. everybody start thinking of college, holding a job, and growing up
all I wanted to do was music, shoot hoops, and hang like the usual
stay young and sip a brew or two in our cubicle
doing everything we loved to do; the crew was truly cool
and it was beautiful. so, tell me do ya'...

-Verse three-(Performed by Switch)

Remember playing hide and seek/ climbing tall trees
Throw a fishing rod in the creek/ scraps on my knees
All we wanted to do was speak/ cold but we’d freeze
Just to show that we weren’t weak/ think back like please

Mom would say “put on these”/ make sure your warm Logan
And do you have your keys?/ don’t leave the door open
I packed crackers and cheese/ just what I was hoping
Remind me theres a breeze/ and to not start smoking

Dad making a tree fort/ think it was ninety nine
back when I was still short/ and hadn’t tasted wine
No A’s on my report/ card whatever it’s fine
When hockey was my sport/ I’d score from the blue line

Treat or trick in the cold snow/ never got a cold though
Everyday thirty below/ and Toonie tuesday shows
most of them are gone don’t know/ where/ time fades real slow
No more games no time to throw/ away/ all on the go