Want That Back

You can have the small talk

You can have the hate

You can have the check-your-phone

Each time you get a little break

You can have the lonely

You can have the bank

You can have the TV full of stations

That tell you how to think

But the smell of old wood bleachers

And the word of hometown preachers

Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack

Yeah, the shine of a new summer

Barefoot baseball with my brother

First-time freedom with the windows cracked

I want that back

You can take away the judgment

Take away the mirrors

Take away the wastin' time

On things you won't care about in years

Take away the drama

Take away the shame

Take away the broken hearts

But just don't take away

The smell of old wood bleachers

And the word of hometown preachers

Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack

Yeah, the shine of a new summer

Barefoot baseball with my brother

First-time freedom with the windows cracked

I want that back

Sometimes I want the world I knew

When all it took to get me through

Was half a tank, nothing planned

Parking lots, Penny Anne

The smell of old wood bleachers

And the word of hometown preachers

Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack

Yeah, the shine of a new summer

Barefoot baseball with my brother

First-time freedom with the windows cracked

I want that back

I want that back

I want that back