‘Cause it was Bel Biv Devoe playing on the radio
And I had Wu Tang Clan living in my stereo
Mama said we’re sixth generation Oregonians
I was rocking them Jordans, with reflector tongues
Two kids with wet cement
Living down in their souls
They say what gets caught when you’re young
Stays there when you’re old
So misunderstood they say
You’re up to no good
And now we’re trying our best
To start it over again
If I’d of met you at the playground
Before a hand could tear your world down
Before I slammed down the door and
You said I’m just like my old man
Before I put you in those boxes
And we learned how to disagree
And how your family is a rocket
That blows up in infidelity

For crying out loud I wanna know
How the waves keep on crashing down the doors
Feel the weight of the world and they keep on bringing more
If it’s just you and me on the floor
Go grab your coat and I’ll drive us home
Like we were just kids
Like we were just kids

Bob Marley was painted on
My high school walls
But I’d just disappeared
Into the darkroom halls
Never thought I’d ever
Make it quite this far
Teacher put up my photographs
Say soon you’ll be a star
There was smoke and mirrors
Running down through my veins
I kept on running downtown
Running from God’s grace
Every morning I climbed back through
Those windowpanes
And try my best to ride it out
Over instrumental tapes
If I had met you at the playground
Before a hand could tear your world down
Before I slammed down the door and
You said I’m just like my old man
Before I put you in those boxes
And we learned how to disagree
And how your family is a rocket
That blows up in infidelity

For crying out loud I wanna know
How the waves keep on crashing down the doors
Feel the weight of the world and they keep on bringing more
If it’s just you and me on the floor
Go grab your coat and I’ll drive us home
Like we were just kids
Like we were just kids

I can feel it in the way we try
I can feel it in the way we fight
We’re standing side by side
Like we were just kids
I can feel it in the way we try
I can feel it in the way we fight
We’re standing side by side
Like we were just kids
I can feel it in the way we try
I can feel it in the way we fight
We’re standing side by side
Like we were just kids

Written by Mat Kearney Produced by Mat Kearney Additional production by Joshua Crosby for My Kid Brother Music Inc