Cherokee Red - Brandtson

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