This once was, a place I called home,
this once was, the only place I've ever known.
Once it was, a safe haven of my youth,
once it was a place, where I learned a few truths.
Once this was a place, bustling with life,
where the smell of sweat, hot food and drinks,
and the sound of laughter, over came the day-to-day strife.
It did not have the asphalt lot, that all buildings have now,
they only needed to follow the noise,
and that's the only way we knew how.
It was a diner, a buffet,
a dance party, a place to...get away.
It once was a place, that had a grand view of the hillside, and the place we used to own,
it was the only place, that we ever really known.
Just imagine
The sunshine beats down upon your brow,
like only the sun, the shining penny in the sky, only knows how.
And imagine the clouds, fluffy and white,
helps calm and cool the day, to help us hide from the sun,
that shined so bright.
Imagine the day, where in a field of gold and green,
we do what we say, and say what we mean.
Sure we're rough, we're rowdy,
calloused to the hands,
don't mind us none now,
we're only calloused to meet the demands.
Here and now, this is where we stand,
beware the matches, as the sun sets,
and strike up the band.
The sun's setting now, and how great the sun feels at it's last gasp.
And the wind is still whispering, tossing the reeds and grass back and forth.
Yes my friends, this once was a place, of pick nicks in the meadows
where one would sleep and wait, until the dawn.
It once was, just like that, a place of rest and comfort,
a brook, a stream;
nothing more, more than a dream.
To the woods we would wander
the woods to play, and get lost and be found again
this is the story of.
What once was.