Ridin' round town, we were young like hope Small town life really all we'd known Product of the mountains 'til the sun came home Live inside the moments where the sun stayed low Remember plotting in the parking lot Plotting just to spark a lot Someone got a case or two and someone got the handlebar Someone had a house to go and someone had a camping spot We would set up shop around the fire pit below the rocks Someone brought the table, someone brought the cups Someone had the truck with the speakers that could bump Some of us got lucky, and some of us got drunk But all of us were lucky, we just didn't know enough
We didn't know we'd look back at days like this We didn't know the beauty in it that exists We didn't know Oh, we didn't know How real life gets We didn't know we'd look back at days like this We didn't know the beauty in it that exists We didn't know Oh, we didn't know How real life is
She was sitting shotgun Safety off, I'd ride or die Talk is cheap inside a city where they let their money fly Word get around quicker than the liquor on a Friday night Parents heard about it 'fore you cut the gas to try the glide Nights on the run, days on the slopes A reality shared by all of those I hold close Trying to get nostalgic while I'm cruising down the coast Hard to do it in a place that's so far from home, I know
Home, where the heart is The place that taught me we are the artist Even though home, it hit the hardest Setting goals on an ever moving target Journey to the top of the mountain peak To see if outside the valley there was more for me Funny, back then I couldn't wait to leave But it's ingrained in my soul like a tread on sneaks
We didn't know we'd look back at days like this We didn't know the beauty in it that exists We didn't know Oh, we didn't know How real life gets We didn't know we'd look back at days like this We didn't know the beauty in it that exists We didn't know Oh, we didn't know How real life is
Now whenever I go home, I never take it for granted I take Yellowstones over islands made of granite I take open roads over sitting in your traffic I take Bob Dylan over most of modern classics Me, I grew up in the woods; never spent time in the hood We all got perspectives—and this is mine, I go real as I should Could take you to the places where the wildlife roam But nowadays escape my wild life and usually go alone I get reconnected, disconnected from my phone No compliments or criticism clouding what I know The river roarin' through the canyon influenced my flow Watched trees rise on the sunny sides, they taught me how to grow
We didn't know we'd look back at days like this We didn't know the beauty in it that exists We didn't know Oh, we didn't know How real life gets We didn't know we'd look back at days like this We didn't know the beauty in it that exists We didn't know Oh, we didn't know How real life isTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
