Backseat Childhood

(ah...) Old dirt roads behind the schoolyard wall

Summer cicadas singing through the hall

Grandmother's tea leaves drying on the stone

We thought tomorrow

would leave us alone

The ticket in my pocket turned to dust

Time took the bicycle

and let it rust

I miss the riverbank

where morning used to stay

I miss the quiet hills

so many miles away

The train has crossed the valley,

the tracks are overgrown

And I can never find the way back home (never find the

way back home)

Now high-rise glass reflects the fading grey

The smell of morning rain is wiped away

I call my brother just to hear the sound

Of dialects we left beneath the ground

We traded childhood for a rented room

Chasing the promises

that never bloom (mm-mm...)

I miss the riverbank

where morning used to stay

I miss the quiet hills

so many miles away

The train has crossed the valley,

the tracks are overgrown

And I can never find the way back home I

can't

go

back

again (ah...)