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Ridin' 'round town, we were young like hope Small town life really all we'd known Product of the mountains till the sun came home Live inside the moments where the sun stayed low Remember plotting in the parking lot Plottin' just to spark a lot Someone got a case or two and someone got the handlebar Someone had a house to go where someone had a camping spot We would set up shop around the fire pit below the rocks Someone brought a table, someone brought the cups Someone had the truck with the speakers that could bump Some of us got lucky, and some of us got drunk But all of us were lucky, we just didn't know enough We didn't know we'd look back at days like this We didn't know the beauty in it that exists We didn't know No, we didn't know How real life gets We didn't know we'd look back at days like this We didn't know the beauty in it that exists We didn't know No, we didn't know How real life is She was sittin' shotgun SongtexteSafety off, a ride or die Talk is cheap inside a city where they let their money fly Word get around quicker than the liquor on a Friday night Parents heard about it 'fore you cut the gas to try to glide Nights on the run, days on the slopes A reality shared by all of those I hold close Tried to get nostalgic while I'm cruising down the coast Hard to do it in a place that's so far from home, I know Home, where the heart is The place that taught me we are the artist Even though home, it hit the hardest Settin' goals on an ever-moving target Journey to the top of the mountain peak To see if outside the valley there was more for me Funny, back then I couldn't wait to leave But it's ingrained in my soul like a tread on sneaks We didn't know we'd look back at days like this We didn't know the beauty in it that exists We didn't know No, we didn't know How real life gets We didn't know we'd look back at days like this We didn't know the beauty in it that exists We didn't know No, we didn't know How real life is Now whenever I go home, I never take it for granted I take Yellowstone's over islands made of granite I take open roads over sitting in your traffic I take Bob Dylan over most of modern classics Me, I grew up in the woods; never spent time in the hood We all got perspectives—and this is mine, I go real as I should Could take you to the places where the wildlife roam But nowadays escape my wild life and usually go alone I get reconnected, disconnected from my phone No compliments or criticism clouding what I know The river roarin' through the canyon influenced my flow Watch trees rise on sunny sides, they taught me how to grow We didn't know we'd look back at days like this We didn't know the beauty in it that exists We didn't know No, we didn't know How real life gets We didn't know we'd look back at days like this We didn't know the beauty in it that exists We didn't know No, we didn't know How real life is Aus Songtexte Mania