Cherokee Red

In a pile of trash on the corner of first and park
Almost as tall as the street light
We pulled over
Two kids on a black and white dyno
My mom and dad bought for my birthday
Just last week
We're finding our fortune here
Once upon a time
Brothers by a pocket knife
You traded me your secrets
I traded you all of mine
Sometimes when i'm looking back now
I wish i could say i'm sorry
I'm thinking of me and you
Back when things felt right
This morning we met at the playground
We sat on the side of the tractor tire
And talked of our plans for the next five days
Over some cherokee red
Sometime back in late november
We checked out the ice together
The rope tied around my waist
You'd pull me back if i would fall
Late night
Sending signals through the open blinds with flashlights
The neighbors dog would bark till early morning sunrise
Some roman candles and a book of matches that night
Explaining burn marks in our clothes at dinner
Headlights that ran across the bedroom wall
We thought that it might be a ufo from outer space
And sometimes we crawled out on the roof
And tuned the radio into the auto-rama drive in movie show