As kids we ran and played in the rocky yard and worn down street
We ran around to and fro the lovely, tiny old creek
The blackberries grew long the fence and warned us not to touch
For the barbs on the fence and the thorns on the bush would surely hurt us a bunch
But the seasons changed and the years flew by making things change so greatly
Now here I am, older and wiser, but broken, broken, and breaking
The shining sun and clear, clear skies brought me tons of joy and delight
Now I'm bound to the howling winds and a creature of the night
As kids we ran and played in the rocky yard and the worn down street
We ran around to and fro the lovely, tiny old creek
The shining sun and clear, clear skies brought me tons of joy and delight
Now here I am, bound to the howling winds, such a creature of the night