There’s a place that I go to when I get tired

My old house back in Greenwich where we all played

We weren’t best friends but I’d go over to your place

We were 9 years old, you were already sad

 

I won’t forget what you were like to me

I won’t forget what you were really like

 

Your mom didn’t like me because I was Japanese

I heard you’ve been having some problems, didn’t surprise me

Hope you’re well now but I’m not too much better

I still have that pocketknife that you gave me

 

I won’t forget what you were like to me

I won’t forget what you were really like