Theres a place up on a dirt road ,
the water meets the edge of the yard ,
all the kids in the neighborhood ,
when the sun begins to get hot ,
we all run to the house that the road ends into ,

It's a place we dont really know ,
nobodys ever lived here ,
but we call it home ,

we come here every summer ,
we know it inside and out ,
we sneak through windows and doors ,
open it up like its our own ,
cook in the kitchen ,
bonfires in the yard ,

A straight shot to the water ,
or a short swing on the rope ,
the beautiful river below ,
we splash with the silent sounds ,
no neighbors around to hear ,

Years ago i used to spend each summer here ,
the years have passed by ,
last summer our house was burned ,
torched to the ground ,

our entire summer ruined in one night ,
the third day of july ,
the summer of 2009 ,
we said goodbye to our freedom ,
we said our goodbyes with the river ,

Now looking back i realize ,
it was never our house to fall in love with ,
it was merely our home .