Bike chains chewed our flares
And we danced the "Hustle" by the ball room
You couldn't beat Laurie at four-square
We floated like feathers with feathered hair
It was Cherry Valley Circa 78
We loved our 45s and we
Never stopped to contemplate
A first decade in blossom
Like the flowers on the branch
We were combing our rock-n-roll hair
With giant combs
And our parents weren't home
Cherry Valley too sweet
Last time we all seemed sweet
There's a stone in the heart
Of Cherry Valley
Dittos like second skin
And "New Games" where everyone wins
Bionic women and guys of the CHP
An older girl with a Journey coke mirror
Teaches a different curriculum
Right before we became teens
With nuclear meltsdowns
And stains through our jeans
There was a kind of a pause
And Cherry Valley
Was a lunchtime universe
Some kids didn't fit
But you and I were new at alienating
The next time the cliques would have been separating us
But we were all mixed fruit
A bowl of cherries rolling in the Valley
Too sweet in the sun
Too young
I can't believe it now
(2003)
