Twenty Seven - Major League

No one could ever understand, the friendship we made

Eight teen years of memories, left in your basement wasting away

Things maybe different now, but we’re still the same

Our dreams took separate paths, so we went our separate ways

We were the ones looked at as misunderstood

But we saw the world as everyone else, probably should

Not as a life to get through, but one to live up

At twenty two we’re still proving them wrong

Now we’re all out celebrating, we picked up where we left off

Surrounded by old friends who grew old, but never grew up

It’s like we’re the only true friends, left in this town

It’s only rarely now that we come around, because this place has gone to hell

For all these years, that you backed me up

Well you deserve some credit, more than anyone