Down at the lake

It was in the summer
The kind that never seemed to end
We had just moved there
The land of the suburbans
I was playing my new guitar
Someone yelled from over the wall
This was intriguing
He must've been six feet tall
I had nothing to say

Chorus:
Meet me down at Lake Lindero
Bring your extra skateboard
Tell your mom you'll be late for dinner
We've got someplace else to be

The year was 1980
And how were they supposed to know
Things were changing quickly
I mean we were down with Costello
After Armed Forces
I was never the same
Laughing at our game
Didn't feel a bit of shame
Singing in the rain
I would follow my old friend
To that lake again

(chorus 2x)