Summer comes, and I remember a time When I was young, and I was always changing my mind I could be anyone I wanted, travel great travels I had everything I needed In a small room I had big ideas And now I'm trying to hold on to those big ideas Oh, I know... Those days are through, but I still think of you, Philadelphia And all the music... you know, it was my protection I didn't need no one, cause I found affection In the six strings of an old guitar and my radio I moved to the beat of the hot streets Where the people were singing and dancing and waving their hands in the air While my Mama, she shook her head, and she said "Lord have mercy" And once again... The good ol' days are gone; ain't it funny how we still carry on, Philadelphia I had to leave; knew I had to look to other places To try out my big ideas in front of all these faces And hope that the lessons and beauty of being young Someone with the imagination of a child Could bring a smile to all these faces From a small room, Room 222, I've seen it happen many times before And I know, I know, I know, I know I'll see it happen again If I can just keep... Remembering that those special things... and the big ideas, And all the lovely, lovely music will always be a part of me, Philadelphia