I know these streets and these backyards,
this barn that`s falling down.
We come to where they`re building now
and ride our bikes around.

You think I`m just a little kid,
some troubles on the way.
but I knew this place before you did
is all I`ve got to say.

I`m only walking
through these streets and all around.
I`m only walking.
I know this town.

We come home through these fields at night
about a million times.
I`d walk the road with my eyes closed
and all the paths besdies.

And I know the boy who broke this fence,
and I know his brother, too.
And they`s never give me half a chance
if I let on to you.

I`m only walking
through these streets and all around.
I`m only walking.
I know this town.
I know this town.

We dam the streams, we raid the shacks,
and hide in boxcars on the tracks.
We know these quarries in our sleep
and where they`re cold and where they`re deep.

I`ll go down to the bowling alley
and buy smokes and Dentyne.
I find some loose change every day
under that Coke machine.

You check me out as you drive by
like there was some big deal.
But I know so much you`ll never find
from there behind the wheel.

I`m only walking
through these streets and all around.
I`m only walking.
I know this town.
I know this town.
I know this town.
I know this town.