When we became friends
I had just moved to this place where I didn't want to be
Your house was next to the school
And I thought it was cool
That we could go over and play on the monkey bars 'til dark
Do you remember when we use to play bus?
And your foster mother use to fuss
Cause we use to make so much noise on that big couch?
And mmmm didn't those berries in that cake smell good
But it was understood
That we couldn't eat it, cause it was made of mud
We would go to Oklahoma City where
At your foster mother's friend's house, there
We would watch Mod Squad and My Favorite Martian.
And going to the in Tulsa was always fun
But I wonder if I was the only one
Who watched the Golden Driller out the window til he disappeared.
But as we got older and such
We kind of lost touch
And we didn't hang out much any more.
Your foster mother's husband died
And even though in the past she had tried
She just couldn't take care of you any more.
I stopped by and visited you at your new place
And I could see life's unkindness in your face
I was bittersweet on your new living arrangement
Right then I wished you could come live with me
But life at my house was becoming no pedigree
Our neighborhoods were no longer simple but now complex.
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