I remember the smell of the concrete
After a midwest summer nights rain
I remember the sound of the screen door
Slamming shut on hot humid day
I remember the birthdays, the anniversaries, the good times
I remember the smell of the concrete
After a midwest summers night rain

Daylight shines on this neighborhood
Parallel houses shaping dreams
Locusts come around at the scent of the summer
Buzzing ears as we play in the streets
Bicycles line our driveways
Yards manicured kentucky blue
But behind these white picket fences
Paint a family portrait black and blue

Still I remember the rain
Backwoods served as a getaway
From suburban homes falling apart
And life is a car on the front lawn
Broken down, it'll never restart
The scratches and bruises will heal
One by one they'll slowly fade away
But the sound of the thunder down those halls
Is burned into my memory

Oh I can still hear the thunder
I remember the birthdays
The anniversaries, the good times
I remember the smell of the concrete
After a midwest summers night rain