Keep up with the boys scraped both knees
Bare back running in the hot sun
Fighting off sleep on the weekend
Wearing all my brothers old hand me downs
Stick it to the man chasing kids down from the far end of the creek a house worn out
We thought our eyes would bleed if we went in
Was only cloth collecting dust on furniture
Sometimes i end up in the yard of where i grew up
And i dream that i keep calling but they hang up
And there's nothing more than muscle memory
Bad phone line connectivity
I'm rooting for you
You're quite a sight to see
Back in the good old days
It was only you and me
It was only you and me
