The Boy Down the Street


Cool, windy, December morning...
Oh, how I miss those hot, summer days,
Days that I took for granted.
Oh, how easy it was for me to see you-
You, the boy I called my best friend,
The boy down the street I fell in love with.
Oh, how I miss those hot, summer days
You are no longer that boy down the street;
You're off, only Heaven knows where.
How I still think back to those hot, summer days.
Now, I'm still here on this street.
While you're off fighting for my freedom.
You're no longer that boy down the street-
You are now the Marine I'm in love with.

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