Brookfield Ave (feat. The Red Horse)

It had a white door, a wooden floor

And green kitchen benches

Dog in the backyard, picture postcard

Too many details to mention

Driveway with a HQ

Sun in my rearview

But I remember

Takin’ walks around the block

Looking for the things we lost

Stop and have a chat with Mrs. T

I learned to walk within these walls

We got in trouble because

We walked inside with dirty feet

Memories from here run deep

There are some we will not keep

But the best I have were made with you

On Brookfield Avenue

I slept in a pink room, yours, it was blue

With Tom and Jerry curtains

Carols at Christmas, up to mischief

We were so young and unburdened

Fifth birthday barbeques

Oh, how I miss you

But I remember

Takin’ walks around the block

Lookin’ for the things we lost

Stop and have a chat with Mrs. T

I learned to walk within these walls

We got in trouble because

We walked inside with dirty feet

Memories from here run deep

There are some we will not keep

But the best I have were made with you

On Brookfield Avenue

Remember that year the garage burned down

Dad still sat outside and watched the Boxing Day Test

Or that time when we made those mud pies

And tried to tell mum that we didn’t make that mess

Memories from here run deep

Despite some that we will not keep

The best (the best) I have were made with you

Yeah, the best (the best) I have, (I had) the best I have

The best (the best), I have were made with you

On Brookfield Avenue