Down where the old cars are left to rust where the swallows dip over the river at dusk me and my buddies throwin' stones, braggin' to each other how we'll never go home, our little circle of friends. Trouble had a way of trackin' us down, sometimes it found us on the wrong side of town, we survived only because we stood by eacjh other that's the way it was, in our circle of friends. And a circle of friends is a ring of trust, it can never break, it can never rust, it's made of the dreams we shared back when all we had was our circle of friends. Now,memories last forever, don't need more that, those days are behind us and they'll never come back. I see my ol' buddies when I drive through town, I put my foot on the break and roll my window down, and I wave to my circle of friends. And a circle of friends is a ring of trust it can never break it can never rust. It's made of the dreams we shared back when all we had was our circle of friends, a ring of trust,it can never break, it can never rust, made of the dreams we shared back when all we had was our circle of friends and all we have is our circle of friends. Down where the old cars are left to rust where the swallows dip over the river at dusk a few young kids thrownin' stones braggin' to each other how they'll never go home...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
