Rimfire Rush

I found this rhythm in a court from a summer past

(from a summer past) We learned that legends on the asphalt are

built to last

Lace up the high-tops,

feel the concrete heat below

Under the chain-link net where the wild winds blow

If you only knew the game we used to play (used to

play) How the squeak of the sneakers drifts away

Now the court is dry,

the air is cold and clear

I'm holding onto the magic from that golden year (yeah-yeah)

They say that time can change the style of the jump and

drive But I still feel the local playground come alive No limits

here, just a crossover clean and sweet An elegant release as the

buzzer sounds down the street

Just a game on the blacktop...

(on the blacktop)