Do you remember
Returning to your hometown
And found it smaller than you thought it was,
‘Cause you were taller?
The kids from two streets over
Could have come from, well, Mars,
And we were surprised to find they spoke
The same language as ours.
They’d been as afraid of us
As we’d been of them.
Those early games –
You got the other guy or he got you
Or so we thought, and so we fought
And called each other names.
But then we grew, as people do,
And began to see
That it’s no longer ‘me or you’
But ‘you and me’.