Boy, one day you'll be a manOh girl, he'll help you understandSmile like you mean itSmile like you mean it
Looking back at sunsets on the EastsideWe lost track of this time
Dreams aren't what they used to beSome things sat by so carelesslySmile like you mean itSmile like you mean it
And someone is calling my nameFrom the back of the restaurantAnd someone is playing a gameIn the house that I grew up inAnd someone will drive her aroundDown the same streets that I didDown the same streets that I did
Smile like you mean itSmile like you mean itSmile like you mean itSmile like you mean it
Oh no, oh no no noOh no, oh no no no
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