That song is 41 years old now and I really want that to come true for me. I didn't know it then but I do now. This quiet little neighborhood. This bright white house in the sun with a big orange tree in the yard. I could sit on the back porch and smoke a cig. A front door, a back door and a side door to go in or out. If you understand that you have lived in one door apartments like me... My first real girlfriend lived 2 blocks away 41 years ago just like the song. Ok. I'm done.
I thought i could tell this story but I can't.
