School Days (Album Version)

I turned into my old neighborhood

A dusty field where my school once stood

A quiet street with no drag racing cars

A melody with no screaming guitars

I couldn't find that ol' sycamore tree

Where my baby wrote that she loved me

They chopped it down, everything that wasn't good

And nothing's left of my neighborhood

School days, school days

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

School days, school days

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, oh oh oh

Round the corner was the soda shack

And just a quarter bought an after school snack

We'd never close to the neon light

We'd eat at Joe's every Saturday night

All our heroes on the radio

All the nights out at the drive-in show

Somehow we lost a piece of paradise

Growing up is not our own device

School days, school days

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

School days, school days

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

We were the leaders of the pack

Stick together never holding back