Everything we knew was wrong. Walk out the door and slam the screen. We were only seventeen so long, so long, so long ago.
Living in the shadow of the S.A.T.s, drinking apple vinegar we thought was wine. The war back then was fine with me, so long, so long, so long ago. so long, so long, so long ago. So long, so long ago.
So maybe you remember Rohner Park, black but for the light above the bridge. Sitting on the swings, half in the dark, laughing at things so wrong, so great, so long ago. So long, so long ago.
Every joke we told was cribbed, stolen from a late night show and said as if it were ad-libbed so long, so long, so long ago.
And maybe you remember how the adults then sung a bittersweet song with the same words that Im singing now: so long, so long, so long ago. So long, so long ago.
So maybe you remember Rohner Park before it was a park and just a field, where, prior to the diamonds, grasses wild were growing.
Was it so wrong, or great, so long ago? So long, so long ago.