It is the shanty in the dear park
  the hide and seek till after dark
  the talks we had at picked fences
  create the blueprints in my heart
  of the way we are
  
  the way we are...
  
  I see them sliding down on brook bridge
  in tiny boots on icy streets
  the gang we had was so almighty
  tell me the blueprints of my heart
  I wonder where they are...
  
  the way we are