SimplerDays

Simpler Days - Punch Clock Prophets

Lyrics by：Punch Clock

Composed by：Punch Clock

Times are tough these days

I like to think back

Kickball on the blacktop chalk lines on the street

Sun in our faces sneakers on our feet

Ice cream truck jingles coin in my hand

Trading baseball cards with the neighborhood band

Skateboards down hills mixtapes in my bag

Walkman on blasting beats that never lag

Climbing trees wild dreams nothing felt wrong

Every summer felt like it lasted so long

Kickball and chalk lines summers on repeat

Ice cream trucks rollin' flip‑flops on our feet

Skateboards and mixtapes laughter in the air

Those simpler days no worry no care

Now the years fly but the feeling's still deep

I close my eyes and it's ours to keep

Evenings at the park streetlights glowin' bright

Tag battles and hopscotch 'til the fall of night

Sneaking sodas from the corner store's fridge

Life felt big even in our little bridge

Walkie-talkies crackling coded secrets shared

Bike chains rusted but nobody cared

Every day an adventure every night a story

Living like kings in our 80s glory

Kickball and chalk lines summers on repeat

Ice cream trucks rollin' flip‑flops on our feet

Skateboards and mixtapes laughter in the air

Those simpler days no worry no care

Now the years fly but the feeling's still deep

I close my eyes and it's ours to keep

Saturday mornings cartoons on the screen

He-Man and TMNT everything in between

Rubik's Cubes twisted neon posters on the wall

Trapper Keepers slap bracelets we had it all

Arcade lights flicker Pac-Man in a trance

Shooting hoops racing bikes every kid had a chance

Life felt electric imagination ran free

Every corner of the block had a memory

Now it's push notifications and scrolling feeds

Back then we just played outside no digital needs

Mixtapes and street games now replaced by apps

Still chasing that feeling wish I could turn back

Yet when I close my eyes I can still hear the sound

Of boom‑boxes and laughter all over the town

Maybe it's not gone maybe it never left

Those 80s summers my heart's clearest breath

Kickball and chalk lines summers on repeat

Ice cream trucks rollin' flip‑flops on our feet

Skateboards and mixtapes laughter in the air

Those simpler days no worry no care

Now the years fly but the feeling's still deep

I close my eyes and it's ours to keep

Pagers and neon the streets all alive

Every night a new story every friend a vibe

No rush no filter just pure energy

Life was a mixtape our own symphony

Graffiti tags BMX spins that freedom was real