We were just a bunch of kids Summer heat it was such a blur We were just a bunch of kids Wildflowers We were never cheerleaders But we hung out in the fields at night Lying in the meadow Dust in our eyes I'd love to tell you I'm coming home I was wrong You raised me Then I turned my back on you My teenage dreams Dreams dreams We were just a bunch of kids Speeding on the dirt roads We were just a bunch of kids Getting high by the river And now we can't remember a time Before we all had bad posture We're all imposters I'd love to tell you I'm coming home I was wrong You raised me Then I turned my back on you My teenage Dreams dreams Dreams dreams