Meet me by seven at the corner of the streetStop by some hot bread as we walk down and eatHopping over rocks and dirty puddles for a few more blocksRunning past the guard who gives that funny lookAnd then we get to school, sit across the roomGlancing over inside jokes, we don't need to say a wordAnd when we say goodbye to our classmatesWe walk down the same old rugged streetHumming songs on repeatBut a little over three years after things changed a bitLived under the same roof, but it never felt the sameSlept a meter apart, but miles away at heartCause we're only good as walking down that old rugged streetWaking up to lengthy lectures, silence in the afternoonPassive aggressive evenings and gloomy midnight tunesFrom laughing overSilly jokes to arguments in our seatsMaybe we should take a trip back to the old rugged streetOoh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, ooh