Lyrics Leavenhouse. 11:30. - The Wonder Years

Leavenhouse. 11:30.

I think it was 1999
That seems about right
Right where Maple and 8th Street collide
I think it was at that place and time
We came to decide the next ten years of our lives
I feel there were reasons why
'Cause I think we felt lost sometimes
In overcrowded high schools we’re just getting by
So Brian sings «I am my own mountain, I
Feel like I’m waiting for my time, my time.»
Hey, we’re complicated
There’s tables full of records and homemade zines and
Hey, we’re underrated
And no, we weren’t changing the world
It was the world to me
In about six years we’d evolved
And centered it all
Right on second where Mitchell left off
It was a cold October fall
VFW hall
Singing songs while my friends sang along
Some days the cops get called
But no, we won’t knock this off
We’re diving off of pool tables, we’re piling on
And when we’re cleaning up, VFW Mike gets drunk
He tells us about girls he got in Vietnam
Best dude
Hey, we’re complicated
There’s tables full of records and homemade zines and
Hey, we’re underrated
And no, we weren’t changing the world
It was the world to me
This town sounds dead when I come through lately
I can’t forget the ways he shaped me
When I come back it’s like I’m singing
«Last Chance Rhode Island» all over again