Richmond St.

Picked up my memories, dusted off the beat

Summer heat rising down on Richmond Street

Broke my arm by the creek, but I still ran wild

Cannonballs in the pool, just a reckless child

First love by the corner store, kiss so sweet

Everything felt bigger back on Richmond Street

Richmond Street, where the small-town dreams collide

Where the stories get taller every Friday night

From the laughter to the heartache, nothing’s incomplete

Life was never boring down on Richmond Street

Old man Scargill’s dog always chasing me down

We’d cut through backyards all over town

Saturday night ball games, lights and heat

Every scar’s a story from Richmond Street

Richmond Street, where the small-town dreams collide

Where the stories get taller every Friday night

From the laughter to the heartache, nothing’s incomplete

Life was never boring down on Richmond Street

Every broken bone, every scraped-up knee

Taught me more than school ever did for free

Friends and mistakes, they both repeat

But I’d do it all again on Richmond Street

Richmond Street, where the small-town dreams collide

Where the stories get taller every Friday night

From the laughter to the heartache, nothing’s incomplete

Life was never boring down on Richmond Street

Dust settles down, but the memory’s sweet

I’ll always be a kid on Richmond Street