We roll through rhythmic roadside beams

Past franchise fare, that wasnt there

The last time we rolled by on our retreat





My sullen high school chum, it seems

Is running to the same stand still

Since lost loves wicked will forced his defeat





Now all I seem to see..

Are the promises of sunny, perfect lives

By the way side

And as for me

I keep my eye on idle dreams

I sip my sweet suburban grenadineVERSE 2





Past Jericho and Courthouse Rd

The skylines new; my memorys askew

The status quo has closed the carnival where we used to play





And due to weakened turn-out fear

My first ten-year reunion is repealed

The fat and unfulfilled breath a sigh of sweet relief





Now all I seem to see

Are the promises of sunny, perfect lives

By the way side

And as for me

I keep these pipe dreams clean

I sip my sweet suburban grenadineBRIDGE





Now I tour these streets

With righteous pride





And I shrug the cynics creed

By which my ways have come to coincide





Well this is my home,

This is where my true romance and childhood lie





So I hold my breath tight,

And I kiss that big Long Island sky...





The late November weekend runs

That same old scene, I catch the 5:19

We say the same good-byes, and play our parting pleasantries





And as my railcar rides the sun

My world blurs by these grateful eyes





I keep my home behind

And just two steps in front of me.