Looking back thinking them were the days
151 rum, garlic bread as the base
Longboarding late nights nothing anyone says
Could ever get us to change, nah
We’re gonna stay awake ‘til the dawn break
Coming home hella late
Mom mad ‘cause I passed out half the day
Vibe right though, we hoping that it never change
We want to capture that feeling and get it to stay
House parties in the hills and we gettin’ faded
Hopin’ that the neighbors ain’t gon’ say shit
‘Cause if they do then we all gettin’ busted
We’re fucked up though so we’re sure we’re just
Gonna get away with stuff that we probably wouldn’t otherwise
A few times, somebody had to run from lights
A few times, somebody had to walk a line
But it was fine and we did it again the next night
The memories I hold ‘em close
Doesn’t matter how far I go
With them I know I’m still close to home, close to home
The memories I hold ‘em close
Doesn’t matter how far I go
With them I know I’m still close to home
(yeah)
Many memories made in the Music Coop
The best record shop south pole to Nunavut
In high school I’d cruise there when the bell rang
And sell CD’s wrapped in cellophane
Always loved music now I’m gettin’ more exposed to it
Listening to doo-wop, soul, and the blues
Pretty soon I’m the manager only took three or four months
I’m sixteen got a key to the store
One thing’s for sure, the owners took care of us
They were like a second set of cool parents
Went from soccer games then I was trying to win
To now the music I be diving right in and hiring friends
Now they working there with me
Good vibes so the time passed quickly
Saved up a thousand dollars bought a laptop
Did a song for class on it and the rest is history
The memories I hold ‘em close
Doesn’t matter how far I go
With them I know I’m still close to home, close to home
The memories I hold ‘em close
Doesn’t matter how far I go
With them I know I’m still close to home
(yeah)
Eleven years old workin’ on your job site
Construction, saving up ‘cause I want a bike
One of those rugged new ones with the Y-frame
And shocks in the back that was my thing
Sittin’ in the driveway at 5AM
In your white VW van with tools in the back
Postcard on the console said “death before decaf”
Balancing your coffee mug as you steered and hit the gas
40 hours a week, all summer
5th grader makin’ five an hour all under
The table you made sure I learned to value hard work
What I wanted wasn’t given; it was all earned
‘Cause of that, I’m here where I am now
Because of that I persevere I don’t stand down
Yeah, encouraged me to put my best out
What you taught instilled confidence I got my chest out
The memories I hold ‘em close
Doesn’t matter how far I go
With them I know I’m still close to home, close to home
The memories I hold ‘em close
Doesn’t matter how far I go
With them I know I’m still close to home