Verse 1

Your coat was too big, cuffs over your hands

Bike tires humming past the corner store

We drew our kingdoms in the gravel lot

And swore we’d never need much more

Pre-Chorus

The summer stretched from June to September

One small street felt wide as the world

Chorus

We were young, we were certain

With the whole wide day to spend

Running hard through the open gate

Calling every stranger friend

Those years still ride beside me

Like a road that won’t grow old

We were young, we were certain

With a heart of stubborn gold