[Intro: Joshua Linsky]
I can hear the soft trickle
Of a nearby creek
Deep
Back
Far from them
Gentle gusts, gentle gusts
Cause leaves to touch
In ways that don't just happen
On the spontaneous
Courageous
He was No No Pe
Bear cub, friend, brother, son
Congregate we must, and we did
Hidden, but not for long
Dirt trail
Larson's Lot
The old spot
[Verse 1: Joshua Linsky]
I can remember
Good times, good weather
Mixed memories strung together
Imprinted within
Telling true stories of a legend
Best friend, or just friend
Influence and impression left in
Can't forget him
C-Town is where we found direction and common ground
Bound for greatness
It just doesn't make sense
But we're forced to make sense
Need Patience, seem to be lacking
Statements made just became more distracting
Pulling us away from the truth
Or propelling us towards it
There is no reality if you cannot absorb it
Send yourself to college town and do your best to afford it
Some children never get the chance to experience
That glory of maturity
Some children never get the chance to experience
That glory of maturity
[Verse 2: Connor London]
When I reminisce to when we were some kids
When we really didn't know sh**
Only natural instinct
Most baby boomers never liked our attitude
Because we were too busy getting high in Ty Cody's room
You see Ty was that guy
The homie to get everyone high, off real vibes
Dutches and EZ-wides by the bonfire
His mama duke was cooking in the kitchen
Treating us all just like her children
That's what it's all about
Keeping the family tight knit, like fabric
All the magic havoc that unravelled through the smoke
And we were all-week week warriors
And we came out to play
And we all grew up so fast
I can still taste the six footer and the gas mask
Cross town cruises
Trying to dodge all of these troopers