Going up to Nursery Rd.
Past the tire and the goal post
To Vince’s home
I got food, I got a bed
I smoked up in the attic
And laid down low
In a Cold stream
Cold stream
I saw Jade everyday
She would always seem to say
Lose that girl
You could lose that boy too
It would be just me and you
But she would say no
Cold stream
Cold stream
Cold stream
It was a cold stream
Seattle and LA
Who would’ve thought that it would take us
So far away
Phoenix and Green Bay
But we will always come back to
The cold stream
Cold stream
Cold stream
To the cold stream
We packed up into the van
To the rocks behind the dam
So we could swim
Sometimes we’d lose our clothes
Until the siren blowed
And we all ran
The cold stream
Cold stream
Cold stream
To the cold stream…