Leavenhouse. 11:30. - The Wonder Years

I think it was 1999

That seems about right

Right where Maple and 8th Street collide

I think it was at that place and time

We came to decide the next ten years of our lives

I feel there were reasons why

'Cause I think we felt lost sometimes

In overcrowded high schools we’re just getting by

So Brian sings «I am my own mountain, I

Feel like I’m waiting for my time, my time.»

Hey, we’re complicated

There’s tables full of records and homemade zines and

Hey, we’re underrated

And no, we weren’t changing the world

It was the world to me

In about six years we’d evolved

And centered it all

Right on second where Mitchell left off

It was a cold October fall

VFW hall

Singing songs while my friends sang along

Some days the cops get called

But no, we won’t knock this off

We’re diving off of pool tables, we’re piling on

And when we’re cleaning up, VFW Mike gets drunk

He tells us about girls he got in Vietnam

Best dude

Hey, we’re complicated

There’s tables full of records and homemade zines and

Hey, we’re underrated

And no, we weren’t changing the world

It was the world to me

This town sounds dead when I come through lately

I can’t forget the ways he shaped me

When I come back it’s like I’m singing

«Last Chance Rhode Island» all over again