Maple Street

I been seeing roses in the garden of my past

Color me nostalgic but I miss you so bad

You and your Wayfarers, two kinds of old fashioned

You outlived every bar down there, you still made it last

You and your Plymouth, top down free-wheeling

It's a Friday night feeling that's coming right back

I'll be clear, if I don't die from this heat

I may come sit next to ya on Maple Street

I know there's gonna be a place for me

My fables all come true, babe, on Maple Street

Don't you get it twisted, I'm no kind of tragic

I've had some funny business, honey, don't put it past me

In the fountain's reflection, it's you I see now

And it gets hard to tell which one of us made it out

I'll declare, if I don't die from this heat

I may come sit next to ya on Maple Street

I know there's gonna be a place for me

My fables all come true, babe, on Maple Street

If I call ya just to ask

If you kept your iPod classic

It won't be wrong if you tell me

You threw it out on the day I left

I'll declare, if I don't die from this heat

I may die from how much I still miss your sweet tea

I know there's gonna be a place for me

My fables all come true, babe, on Maple Street

It's all because of you, babe, that I still believe

My fables all come true, babe, on Maple Street (Yup)