[Verse] Concrete cracks where we used to run, Chalk-drawn lines in a faded sun. Girls in pigtails, boys with a jump, Screaming "Tag! You're it!" in the summer’s hump. I’m sittin’ here on this weathered step, Watchin’ echoes of a time I can’t yet forget. No phones, just laughter, no need to hide, Just red balloons and the world’s so wide. [Pre-Chorus] Now the alley’s quiet, the sun’s gone low, But I can still hear them—oh, how they blow. A single tire spins where the dreams took flight, And I’m still the one who never lost the light. [Chorus] We played tag on the stoop, ran through the haze, Chasing futures on these streets that blaze. Now I’m the one who holds the story tight— Time slips away, but I’m still here, still right. We played tag on the stoop, under old streetlight, No GPS, just a pulse in the night. And though the years have walked on by, I’m still the kid who said "Tag!" and smiled, yeah, I did. [Verse] Mrs. Gail waved from her porch, "Come in, child, the rain’s a-scorch!" We’d run, she’d shout, “You’ll catch your death,” But we stayed out, like life had breath. Now her windows are dark, a curtain drawn, And the stoop’s just a memory I’ve worn. But the game? It lives in my heartbeat’s beat, A rhythm that never learned to retreat. [Pre-Chorus] Now the alley’s quiet, the sun’s gone low, But I can still hear them—oh, how they blow. A single tire spins where the dreams took flight, And I’m still the one who never lost the light. [Chorus] We played tag on the stoop, ran through the haze, Chasing futures on these streets that blaze. Now I’m the one who holds the story tight— Time slips away, but I’m still here, still right. We played tag on the stoop, under old streetlight, No GPS, just a pulse in the night. And though the years have walked on by, I’m still the kid who said "Tag!" and smiled, yeah, I did. [Bridge] Back then, we thought we’d never grow, That the block was the sky, and the stars would know. But now I know—the past ain’t gone, It’s in the way I stand, in every song. The laughter’s faded, but the roots remain, In every step, in every name, And every kid who runs, who yells, “You’re it!” Is just a piece of me, and the world’s a bit. [Chorus] We played tag on the stoop, ran through the haze, Chasing futures on these streets that blaze. Now I’m the one who holds the story tight— Time slips away, but I’m still here, still right. We played tag on the stoop, under old streetlight, No GPS, just a pulse in the night. And though the years have walked on by, I’m still the kid who said "Tag!" and smiled, yeah, I did. [Outro] Tag… You’re it… Yeah… Still here… Still smiling… Still playing.