Growing Up

Backyard dirt in our veins Blood of Christ, Sunday morning clothes We were coming of age In the way, way back of a station wagon breathing secondhand smoke Ashtrays in the kitchen sink Oprah's on the big TV at 4 Barbie clothes in a Crown Royal bag Jesus in the living room, mama's locked her bedroom door When the way it was wasn't what it seemed Lemonade stand summers, prom king working at the Dairy Queen All the stars we hung above those small-town trees Young hearts still unbroken, flies by before you know it You move on just the way time does 'Til something brings you right back to growing up Growing up Church field travel carnival I'll meet you at the Ferris wheel at 10 We'll step across that line just as far as we can go Before it's our turn to see how big the real world is When the way it was wasn't what it seemed Making out in backseats behind the Dairy Queen All the stars we hung above those small-town trees Young hearts trying to out run 'em, promise we won't become 'em Just move on the way time does 'Til something brings you right back to growing up Growing up Now you're six years sober, taking your mother to her treatments She says she wants to see the old house one more time And you can't go back any more than she can go back And if you said you didn't miss it, you'd be lying When the way it was wasn't what it seemed Maybe you could trade that freedom back for some of that naive All the stars we hung above those small-town trees Maybe they can remind you, I bet they'd recognize you You think you moved on, but no one really does Just like no one tells you it'll be this tough, this tough Growing up Growing up