'Cause there we are again, on that little town street. You almost ran the red 'cause you were looking over at me. Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it, all too well. Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red, you used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-size bed. Your mothers telling stories about you on the tee ball team, you told me about your past thinking your future was me.