Backyard Legends

(ooh, yeah)

Sitting on the curb with a pocket full of stones

Trying to map a world they've only seen on phones

Draw a chalk-line circle,

standing on the edge

Dreaming of the sky from a concrete ledge

And the sun goes down,

but

they don't go inside

They got too many worlds to collide (ooh-ooh)

These kids are gonna build their own highways

Out of the gravel and the rain

These kids are gonna write their own stories

Learning how to dance inside the pain

(dance inside the pain)

Trading old secrets in the shadows of the yard

Learning how to love when the world is looking hard

No one keeps a map of the places they will go

Roots starting deep beneath the winter snow

These kids are gonna build their own highways

Out of the gravel and the rain

These kids are gonna write their own stories

Learning how to dance inside the pain (yeah,

inside the pain)

These kids... Writing stories in the rain (mmmmm)