I grew up in a good neighborhood
In the suburbs
In a little town
In New Jersey
I grew up in a good neighborhood
Where children played
Baseball in the culdesac
And rode their bikes in the street
I grew up in a good neighborhood
Where the neighbor had a copy of our house-key
And we parked our cars in the driveway
And left the garage unlocked
I grew up in a good neighborhood
But there were things we left unspoken
There was an old pair of tennis shoes hanging
From the power lines by the house on the corner
There were things we left unspoken
A monster lurking in the streets
Where the children played
Where the cars were parked
There were things we left unspoken
One day the tennis shoes were gone
Not because we defeated the monster
But because the monster defeated us
I lived in a good neighborhood
But there were things we should have spoken