School Days

I turned into my old neighborhood
 A dusty field where my school once stood
 A quiet street with no drag racing cars
 A melody with no screaming guitars
 I couldn't find that ol' sycamore tree
 Where my baby wrote that she loved me
 They chopped it down, everything that wasn't good
 And nothing's left of my neighborhood
 School days, school days
 Ooh ooh ooh ooh
 Ooh ooh ooh ooh
 School days, school days
 Ooh ooh ooh ooh
 Ooh ooh ooh ooh
 Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh
 Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, oh oh oh
 Round the corner was the soda shack
 And just a quarter bought an after school snack
 We'd never close to the neon light
 We'd eat at Joe's every Saturday night
 All our heroes on the radio
 All the nights out at the drive-in show
 Somehow we lost a piece of paradise
 Growing up is not our own device
 School days, school days
 Ooh ooh ooh ooh
 Ooh ooh ooh ooh
 School days, school days
 Ooh ooh ooh ooh
 Ooh ooh ooh ooh
 We were the leaders of the pack
 Stick together never holding back