Go down behind the blue house

Where no one’s ever round

And we would sit there fishing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I see the old man say turn the walk-man down

But I don’t wanna catch the big dumb fishes anyway

I’d rather spend my time ignoring bites on lines

I crimp my hook

And lay there dreaming till the sun just fades away

I’m out with my friends, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m out with my friends, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

It's been a couple years since I’ve come down here

Where everything is comfortably the same

The big green rocking chair, lilac in the air

Go to the dry goods store to get the things the Amish make

The sky is bigger here, water’s always clear

Roads go up and down and on and on, yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m out with my friends, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m out with my friends, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m out with my friends, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m out with my friends, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah