It’s been a minute,
Everything’s the same but different,
Everyone moved on or stayed too long
Doing the same things.
Can’t help but miss it,
Thought I might come back and visit you,
And I moved on but we’ve still got
A whole lot of history.
Is it too late?
I know we went separate ways,
But I just wanted to say:
“Hey!
Yo, I’m back home for the weekend,
Called you up but you were sleeping.
I wanna do those things we used to do,
Back when we ran these neighbourhood streets,
Wrote our names in the wet cement.
We can’t go back again,
But we can pretend for one more weekend,
One more weekend.”
We said forever,
Never thought our time together’d ever stop,
But it did, and we’re not kids anymore.
I’ve got our photos in a drawer,
People don’t keep those anymore,
But I did, can’t get rid of who we were before.
Is it too late?
I know we went separate ways,
But I just wanted to say:
“Hey!
Yo, I’m back home for the weekend,
Called you up but you were sleeping.
I wanna do those things we used to do,
Back when we ran these neighbourhood streets,
Wrote our names in the wet cement.
We can’t go back again,
But we can pretend for one more weekend,
One more weekend.”
Monday will wash away the fantasies,
We’ll have to go back and face reality,
But we’ve got forever between now and then,
We can pretend.
Yo, I’m back home for the weekend,
Called you up but you were sleeping.
I wanna do those things we used to do,
Back when we ran these neighbourhood streets,
Wrote our names in the wet cement.
We can’t go back again,
But we can pretend for one more weekend,
One more weekend.
We can pretend for one more weekend,
One more weekend,
One more weekend,
One more weekend, yeah!