There was a boy
Straight and tall
Living was simpler then

A shining lake
Train tracks rest
Magic if you were 10

Pennies on the track
Watch them crushing flat
As trains go rushing by

Dawn to dusk
In packs of three
When we owned July

In the shadow of the foundry
By the docks on the lake
These were our boundaries
Imagination was escape

Cattails thrive
The shore was alive
Near the paper mill


Building forts
In the brush
Took a certain skill

Go karts made from scratch
Racing down the walks
Fueling illusions

Urban jungle
Search for treasure
Among the ruins

In the shadow of the foundry
By the docks on the lake
These were our boundaries
Imagination was escape

Now there is a man
He’s standing gray with time
He knows that world is gone
But the memories are sublime

In the shadow of the foundry
By the docks on the lake
These were our boundaries
Imagination was escape