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Maineville Rd
Here comes the ice cream truck coming around the bend
I have a few dollars and a couple of friends
Get two chocolate fudge pops and one orange cream
And the others prefer the daily specialty
And there were having fun not knowing what’s to come
That some of us will leave and some will find freedom
Not knowing the trouble will come our time
We just knew that right now we were fine
All that started on a street of Mainville Road
I can hear the silence and the very specific tone
Johnny was a young boy not knowing a thing
But he loved being active and loving everything
Then came his girlfriend that gave him a false look
On a love that you see in a fairytale book
Then came the weed and next the depression
Being told to have a high expectation
Getting through what he can at a slow rate
Not knowing what’s to come for his fate
All that started on a street of Mainville Road
I can hear the silence and the very specific tone
Diana didn’t start out good with her parents being gone
She was so lonely that she could write this song
Then found love that didn’t seem oh so great
She wanted out, she wanted to find the gate
Ran away after grad with a boy that same her
She ran into the arms of her bright and clear future
She forgot where she came from and that’s good
Forgot about all the friends that understood
All that started on a street of Mainville Road
I can hear the silence and the very specific tone
I can hear the dogs bark and the birds sing
I could smell moms homestyle cooking
Out of all the harmonies and melodies
I remember the good old memories
With my friends riding up and down the road
Searching the pond for brown spotted toads
Now that I see the past I now feel so old
Seeing the world from a different view is it get cold
All that started on a street of Mainville Road
I can hear the silence and the very specific tone
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When I was growing up, I only had my mom and a few friends. As we grew up, we didn't know what life would bring us. This poem talks about two of my friends and how peaceful it was when we were kids playing on that small street.