Return to Paradise

Press rewind and bring back the memories, those moments that made you happy
Simple times and innocent games, when Atlantic City's only vice was salt water taffy

Stick ball in the street, using Mom's old broomstick for the batter
You know you hit the ball best when the neighbor's window would shatter

Egg creams would quench your thirst on a hot summer day
You were the king on the stool at the soda fountain, until it was time to pay

Gathering your pennies, you just had enough
Off to the woods and empty lots, where adventures began if you had the right stuff

Goofy friends I'd always remember and the one girl who always tagged along
Who made me feel like a man for one day, yeah, big and strong!