80s plays and games (Summerfun mix)

[Verse 1] Sun up on the screen door slammin', bikes already in the yard Grass stains on my brand-new sneakers, trading marbles, trading cards Mom's voice floatin' through the window, "Don't be late when streetlights glow" We rode circles round the corner store, like we owned that dead-end road [Pre-Chorus] Every shout, every scraped-up knee Every wild word felt so free Grown-ups talkin' on the stoop all night We were listenin' in, wide-eyed [Chorus] We were kids in '84, runnin' wild past the neighbor's door Dirty hands on the chain-link fence, climbin' higher just to feel that sense Of a world that was rough but real, every bruise taught a way to heal Now I'm standin' where my parents stood And I know that it did me good [Verse 2] Cussin' soft behind the swing set, hopin' no one heard us swear Old folks laughin' from the porch steps, "You'll learn better when you're there" Passed around a melted popsicle, talkin' big like we were grown Every story that the elders told, carved our names into this home [Pre-Chorus] Every "hey kid, listen up" line Every warning, every hard-time sign They would shoot it straight and call us out Taught us what this life's about [Chorus] We were kids in '84, runnin' wild past the neighbor's door Dirty hands on the chain-link fence, climbin' higher just to feel that sense Of a world that was rough but real, every bruise taught a way to heal Now I'm standin' where my parents stood And I know that it did me good [Bridge] Now I'm watchin' from the window as my own kids hit the street Skinned-up palms and muddy shoelace knots, gravel underneath their feet And I hear my father's laughter in the warnings that I give "Go on out and learn your lessons, that's the only way to live" [Chorus] They'll be kids like we were then, chasin' daylight with their friends Shoutin' things that make the grown-ups grin, fallin' down and gettin' up again In a world that's still rough but real, every bruise teaches how to heal Yeah, I'm standin' where my parents stood And I know we turned out pretty good [Outro] Summer nights under sodium lights, echoes rollin' through the block Kids' voices in the heat-wave hum, same old sidewalk, different talk I was raised on those open skies, every scar and every smile And I'm passin' that fire down the line, one more barefoot, runnin' child