Kids in the Street

My best friend lived in this house
And we played ball in the street after school
God knows how he's living now
I hear his mom lost the house and had to move
And sure, it's looking better these days
Well, it's hard to believe
And this ain't the way it was back in 1993
And those weren't better days
But they still meant something to me
When we was kids out in the streets
Now, there was a market on the corner, it was next to the car wash
And lazy weeping willows across the street in the light
Where the old men played dominoes on those hot Summer days
Sweating the Wild Irish Rose out in the shade
And from Wedgewood to Granny White
Oh, and, Belmont to Eighth
All these songs was broke into a host of sights and shapes
And that was low-rent living
Back when life was cheap
When we was kids out in the streets
Now it's gone, blown on a lonely wind of change
And now I feel like I miss it most
Just 'cause I never thought that it could change
So, I hear things are moving West these days
Same old cut and pasting, just filling the blanks
Standing here right now, though it brings a lot of pain
Though I smile when I think, yesterday, yeah
Back when life was simple
Like one, two, three
When we was kids out in the streets