Walking it

Trough these doors I walked
Up those threes I climbed
Down these stairs I went
In this house I lived
On that porch I played
With those kids I spoke
Down these streets I walked
At this school I studied
And at that one after wards
Over there is where I started working
Over here is where I finished up

Those where the friends I had
Now I look back and look at them,
And I think to myself,
What a great bunch of friends they are.