Lyrics School Days - Joe Walsh

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