Back then we used to play in the old house by the road
And I remember all the ways you used to make me die
But now there ain't an old house
And the games we play have changed
Walked around the country
Sharing the same old name
Move in closer
To me
Move in closer
To me
Summertime with BB guns on the railroad tracks again
I feel the wood upon my back with the lake breeze rolling in
Lake Shore Drive in summertime
With a cigarette in my hand
Roll a blunt and hit it once
With the cognac on the trim
Move in closer
To me
Move in closer
To me
Closer to me