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