Take me back to that old porch swing

that sat underneath that old oak tree.

Take me back to the innocent days

back when it was you and me.

I'd take my bike down to your house.

I'd spend my whole day with you.

We'd talk and laugh, and cause trouble

when there was nothing better to do.

Summers never look the same

Without you, there's something missing - Something gone.

We walked in the creek, and danced in the rain

and maybe we can't get it back.

But I still hold on.

I hold on to those days,

and I hold on to the memories,

and I miss you, my friend, and I will always.