You can have the small talk
You can have the hate
You can have the check your phone each time
You get a little break
 
You can have the lonely
You can have the bank
You can have the TV full of stations
That tell you how to think
 
But the smell of old wood bleachers
And the word of hometown preachers
Being rich was her and a cheap six pack
Yeah, the shine of a new summer
Barefoot baseball with my brother
First time freedom with the windows cracked
 I want that back
 
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
 
You can take away the judgement
Take away the mirrors
Take away the wasting time on things you won’t care about in years
 
Take away the drama
Take away the shame
Take away the broken hearts, but just don’t take away
 
The smell of old wood bleachers
And the word of hometown preachers
Being rich was her and a cheap six pack
Yeah, the shine of a new summer
Barefoot baseball with my brother
First time freedom with the windows cracked
 I want that back
 
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
 
Sometimes I want the world I knew
When all it took to get me through
Was half a tank, nothing planned
Parking lots, petty and..
 
The smell of old wood bleachers
And the word of hometown preachers
Being rich was her and a cheap six pack
Yeah, the shine of a new summer
Barefoot baseball with my brother
First time freedom with the windows cracked
I want that back
 
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
 
I want that back
 
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
 
I want that back