I remember the days we got band tattoos and it wasn’t to make our parents mad

I remember the days we got in a van and drove endless into the dark abandon

Another night down and even though we were tired and wrecked the next morning

It wasn’t to make our parents mad

No, mother this isn’t a song to apologize for the way I acted

But I’m sorry I hit you that night father

It’s just something that churned milk into butter

And experience I let slip away

I remember the days we took things without asking and ruined them

I remember the days we stole clothes, compact discs, and anything we needed to stick it to “The Man”

Another night wasted in the arms of our best friends just watching the stars fade to the glitter in your hair

No phone call to let anyone know we were safe and it wasn’t to make our parents mad

We felt the tornado shake up the straw dust in the field

And while the chickens came home to roost we weren’t waking up until the sun reached noon

I remember the days we took long roads home and held hands in the rain

I remember the day something changed and I knew I wouldn’t be the same

It was the day we listened to Globes and Maps and drove until the tank was empty

All around the state with nothing better to do than watch the rain

Until all those roads lead home and we changed into better clothes for a different day

It never would be the same