You think you know somebody.
You think they know you.
You think you know somebody.
But man you never do.
Jackie used to live three blocks away from me.
We used to throw a baseball and climb his old oak tree.
We would smoke his old man's cigarettes behind the picket fence.
We swore that we would always be the best of friends.
We would sit on the curb and talk on summer nights,
'Til Jackie's daddy called him, and he took off like a light.
Fridays were all the same our high school senior year.