Go down behind the blue house
Where no one's ever round
And we would sit there fishing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I see the old man say turn the walk-man down
But I don't wanna catch the big dumb fishes anyway
I'd rather spend my time ignoring bites on lines
I crimp my hook
And lay there dreaming till the sun just fades away
I'm out with my friends, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm out with my friends, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's been a couple years since I've come down here
Where everything is comfortably the same
The big green rocking chair, lilac in the air
Go to the dry goods store to get the things the Amish make
The sky is bigger here, water's always clear
Roads go up and down and on and on, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm out with my friends, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm out with my friends, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm out with my friends, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm out with my friends, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah