© Matthew Word Bain

we used to hang
under the bridge
on summer nights
six packs and reefer
nobody to bother us
but an occasional train
nothin’ else to do in town
an’ better than stayin’ home
nothin’ to gain, nothin’ to lose
I guess those were the days

these days now are different
though this place ain’t changed
I come down here to walk the dog
and get out of the house a while
never think about those days
or these days much either
don’t see no point in it
‘tsall the same now
life just goes on