In and around Lüneburg, Germany.
I had a friend, was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like a fool, boy
Saw him the other night at this roadside bar
I was walking in, he was walking out
We went back inside, sat down, had a few drinks
But all we kept talking about was
Every time I meet or talk to one of my former class mates (some of whom I'm still great friends with), we talk about our own glory days. The fun times we had playing football, even though we never won any of the tournaments we participated in. The teachers, the fellow students. Where did he go, what is she doing now? I can still remember Mrs Avenell's yelling and Mrs Eales' incompetence. I also treasure my memories of history class and my favourite teacher. Actually, he has said we should sit down and have a few beers some time... and when we do, I'm pretty sure we'll talk about glory days.