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There's leaves on the ground
In the driveway of the house that you grew up in
That you don't live in anymore
We used to shoot hoops, talk trash, have a few laughs
Then ride our bikes into town
There's leaves on the ground
In the parking lot of the school we rode the bus to
We liked the same girls
Sang along to the songs we'd cuss to
Yeah tonight it's kind of quiet and I've just been driving around
Maybe next year, next year
This time of year won't hurt so bad
Maybe next year, next year
This cold air won't stir up the past
Next year the marching band songs won't sound so sad
But I ain't getting my hopes up
And you know what, it's okay
'Cause I think God made some memories
We ain't meant to get around
Like all these leaves on the ground
They show up like clockwork every single September
Like I'd ever forget those days
And I think about what you'd be doing right now
Your kids and my kids, they'd be hanging out
They'd be laughing about the clothes we wore
And how much root beer we drank on your mama's porch
Maybe next year, next year
This time of year won't hurt so bad
Maybe next year, next year
This cold air won't stir up the past
Next year the scoreboard buzzing won't sound so sad
But I ain't getting my hopes up
And you know what, it's okay
'Cause I think God made some memories
We ain't meant to get around
Like all these leaves on the ground
Bittersweet, but it ain't no different when the grass is green
I can find something in anything that makes me miss you
So maybe next year, next year
This time of year won't hurt so bad
Maybe next year, next year
All this cold air won't stir up the past
Next year the marching band songs won't sound so sad
But I ain't getting my hopes up
And you know what, it's okay
'Cause I think God made some memories