In My Backyard

Walking through the canyons in the middle of the day Search for a new place where we can play Out since the morning with my old bud Shirt stained brown with the mountain mud Gonna stay out late till the sky turns dark Hacking through the brush Gonna make out mark Racing to the edge of our world In my backyard In my back, yard Firecrackers in our pockets of the road we crawl Blew the hell out of my sisters china doll Tumble through the brush till we stink like sage Tried trapping raccoons in a makeshift cage Follow the creek till it turns to the sea Run to the water like a Derby Grand Prix Racing to the edge of our world In my backyard In my back, yard Grew up in a hurry And we left that place Chasing high raises in a hurried race No more bruises on my knees or ticks in my hair Just a visit in the winter with a cheap bus fare Haven't seen my friend in a year or two But I'll never forget the mud Or the things we'd do Racing to the edge of our world In my backyard In my back, yard