I never meant to leave
It kind of happened by mistake
I often think how can this be
That life became this way
So far and detached from the home I once knew
So far and detached, away from all of you
Sometimes I'll think of those long winter days
Sledding as if the cold was far far far far away
Or those warm summer nights, mason jars and fire flies
Playing hockey til dark fell, under the street light
I still taste the sweat, still feel the sting
Of cutting close to curfew, and running, running
Take me back
Cracked sidewalks and open fields
Millpond park and fishing reels
The pedestrian city, where I learned how to drive
Build forts in the forest, next to the zipline
Sat by the bay window, so much of my childhood
Was spent here in this home
On wildwood
They put up those condos, we had a field day
Rode our bikes to the model homes, and played
House like the pros, we were better at it then,
We were better at playing house when it was just pretend
I still taste the sweat, still feel the sting
Of cutting close to curfew, and running, running
Take me back
Cracked sidewalks and open fields
Millpond park and fishing reels
The pedestrian city, where I learned how to drive
Build forts in the forest, next to the zipline
Sat by the bay window, so much of my childhood
Was spent here in this home
On wildwood
I never meant to leave
It kind of happened by mistake
I often think how can this be
That life became this way
Take me back
Cracked sidewalks and open fields
Millpond park and fishing reels
The pedestrian city, where I learned how to drive
Build forts in the forest, next to the zipline
Sat by the bay window, so much of my childhood
Was spent here in this home
On wildwood