Meet Me On The Corner

Meet me on the corner

We’ll go down to the creek

Wade in our Chuck Taylors

And catch crayfish and frogs

Then we’ll go down the street

To that old, empty house

We’ll  throw a few rocks and

Try to break another window

We’ll see some other kids

From the next neighborhood

The ones that we don’t like

Call them names and run

Later we’ll get out our bikes

Race each other fast and see

Who makes the longest skid-mark

And then jump some curbs

Then we’ll ride our bikes far

Past where we’re allowed to go

But, of course, not too far, so

We can still find our way home