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Look-alike
houses on a dead end road, built in a field, where corn used to
grow
It wasn’t city, it wasn’t country, our neighborhood
was somewhere in between
You knew all your neighbors where I grew up,
Never locked our doors, we lived on trust
Nobody was rich, we were all workin’ class
If you needed a hand, all you had to do was ask
Kids outside, makin’ their share of noise
It was all part of life, for a suburban boy
Summertime back yard baseball games, hittin’ every puddle,
ridin’ bikes in the rain
In a small woods behind the house, we built our fort, where we camped
out
Sunday morning, get dressed for church, I couldn’t get there,
breakfast on my shirt
When I was 14, took a ride in dad’s car, tried to be sneaky,
didn’t get far,
Just minor damage, nothin’ destroyed
Another lesson learned, for a suburban boy
BRIDGE:
Layin’ in my bed at night, I’d listen to the trains
Roarin’ engines on the tracks half mile away
I’d wonder where they came from, and where they were bound
Pretend I was their engineer, riden’ the rails to another
town
You knew all your neighbors where I grew up
Never locked our doors, we lived on trust
Nobody was rich, we were all workin’ class
If you needed a hand, all you had to do was ask
Kids outside, makin’ their share of noise
It was all part of life, for a suburban boy |
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