Sitting on the swingsets of the school I used to love

Verse One:
Sitting on the swingsets of the school I used to love
It’s not a question, but a lesson learned in time
The laughter as we walked the halls
Spent each dime I could afford

Chorus:
You make it so hard to go
And quiet nights and gentle days with you
The spring air hitting our faces as the smell of rain flew in our noses, and flowers started blooming.
We can’t tell the sky from the ground

Verse Two:
Running around acting so tiny
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories
That home town, that made a dark state light up with joy
Way of life

Chorus
You make it so hard to go

Of holding hands and red bouquets

The spring air hitting our faces as the smell of rain flew in our noses, and flowers started blooming.

I go back … I go back