I remember picking sour apples and eating them with my friends.
And sometimes we would run up to the hill tops and look out to no end.
As far as the eye could see, the grass grew tall.
Standing next to the old oak trees, we felt so small.
Yes, I remember it all!

When I go back to see the old place, it just isn’t the same.
A mega shopping mall now replaces the hills where we played games.
Although I’ve long since moved away, I can still smell the air as if it was today.
But nothing here, no nothing here looks the same.
But I remember it all.

I’m always gonna love you no matter what changes you go through.
The place where I grew up till the end, my heart will be true.
And when they tear out that shopping mall to expand the 6 lane freeway,
it’s gonna be poetic justice for all the oak trees come into play!

It’s gonna be poetic justice.
It’s gonna be poetic justice.
It’s gonna be poetic justice.

I’m always gonna love you no matter what changes you go through.
The place where I grew up till the end, my heart will be true.
And when they tear out that shopping mall to expand the 6 lane freeway,
it’s gonna be poetic justice for all the oak trees come into play!
It’s gonna be poetic justice.