Leaves on the Ground

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 parkin' lot of the school we rode the bus to

We liked the same girls, sang along to the songs we cussed to

Yeah, tonight, it's kinda quiet and I just been drivin' around

Well, 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 marchin' band songs won't sound so sad

But I ain't gettin' 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 doin' right now

Your kids and my kids, they'd be hangin' out

They'd be laughin' 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 buzzin' won't sound so sad

But I ain't gettin' 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 somethin' 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

Oh, this cold air won't stir up the past

Next year, the marchin' band songs won't sound so sad

But I ain't gettin' 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