I'm thinkin' 'bout those kids I'm thinkin' 'bout those kids back in '99 The gas leakin' in the creek A firecracker, then a spark And in a moment they were Gone, gone Gone, gone Our house shaken by the blast Black smoke billowing off the landscape Sirens crying through the streets With choppers hovering like vultures above a meal Gone, gone Gone, gone Gone, gone Gone, gone In the waters where we used to swim Where we thought we would be young forever The beads that glistened on your sunburnt skin Evaporated in the flames and embers I'm thinkin' 'bout those kids I'm thinkin' 'bout those kids back in '99 And wonder who they would've been For not a spark and a flash And the moment they were Gone, gone Gone, gone Gone, gone Gone, gone Gone, gone Gone, gone