The Backyard

I remember the backyard
uncanny fancy crusade,
Playing air guitar,
Anyway anyway

In the back of a Ford,
Roads meltin' away,
Streets of candy stores,
Everywhere everywhere

I would steal sketches from myself
Now i feel like I'm somebody else
And I can't bring the little boy I left away

Alone in the backyard

And now I feel like I'm somebody else
I meet for real the little boy who's on his way...
In the back of my head

I remember the backyard,
Uncanny fancy crusade
Make me hit the ground
Anyway anyway

In the back of a Ford,
Roads melting away,
Street of candy store
Everywhere everywhere

I would steal sketches from myself
Now i feel like I'm somebody else
And I can't bring the little boy I left away

Alone in the backyard

Now I feel like I'm somebody else
I meet for real, the little boy who's on his way


Alone in the backyard

I remember the backyard
I remember the backyard
I remember the backyard
I remember the backyard