The Whistle of '93

[Chorus] Sticky asphalt, summer heat, Cicadas buzzing, can't be beat. Lemon tea, a cooling sigh, Watching sisters ride on by. Orange ribbon, ponytail fly, Underneath a hazy sky. [Verse 1] Ninety-three, a small town's dream, By the barbershop, a faded gleam. My small hand, a silver whistle gripped, Memories of laughter, softly slipped. Fan is stuck, it will not turn, Lessons that the heart must learn. [Pre-Chorus] She called back, a promise made, "See you tomorrow," unafraid. But the streetlights start to glow, And the kids, they just don't know. [Chorus] Sticky asphalt, summer heat, Cicadas buzzing, can't be beat. Lemon tea, a cooling sigh, Watching sisters ride on by. Orange ribbon, ponytail fly, Underneath a hazy sky. [Verse 2] The world felt endless, wide and bright, Chasing fireflies in the fading light. Every face a familiar friend, But summers always have to end. That one whistle, worn and old, A story waiting to unfold. [Bridge] Time stood still in that sweet sound, When a whole gang could be found. Now the alley seems so bare, Just the humid, heavy air. That single phrase, "See you soon," Echoes underneath the moon. [Chorus] Sticky asphalt, summer heat, Cicadas buzzing, can't be beat. Lemon tea, a cooling sigh, Watching sisters ride on by. Orange ribbon, ponytail fly, Underneath a hazy sky. [Outro] Silver whistle, worn and old, A story waiting to unfold.