Rusted Swings

Verse 1

Backpack heavy with a worn-out zine

Walked the long way past the chain-link fence

Tammy's mom made lemonade at three

We swore the whole world made perfect sense

Pre-Chorus

Now the porch light's dim on a empty house

And the phone don't ring like it used to

But I keep the photographs sprawled on the floor

And I talk to the ghost of my youth

Chorus

Take me back to the rusted swings

To the summer when we had no plans

Back to the hallways and the bell that rings

Where we never held a worry in our hands

Mm

Where we never held a worry in our hands

Verse 2

Grandpa's hands on a fishing rod

Cracked the jokes that made my mother sigh

Uncle Joe with the old guitar chords

Taught me the chorus before he said goodbye

Pre-Chorus

Now the gravel road just leads to weeds

And the choir hums a softer tune

But I can still hear their laughter in the breeze

And I sing along with the moon

Chorus

Take me back to the rusted swings

To the summer when we had no plans

Back to the hallways and the bell that rings

Where we never held a worry in our hands

Mm

Where we never held a worry in our hands

Bridge

Maybe time just scatters like dandelion seed

Maybe growing up means letting go of speed

But I'll keep their names carved in my chest

Close my eyes and find them at their best

Chorus

Take me back to the rusted swings

To the summer when we had no plans

Back to the hallways and the bell that rings

Where we never held a worry in our hands

Mm

Where we never held a worry in our hands

Outro

Mm

Where we never held a worry

Never held a worry

In our hands