grew up in the back woods of a small town -- my home town
sneak out through the back yard, where the boys would be waiting around
and weíd go creeping and the night was our time
oh i remember the way that the moon would shine

and all of the mischief done and the lessons learned
the times i kicked on through and the times i was burned
and itís not so far that i canít see
theyíre still a part of me

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it's the highest high
itís the paths we fly
itís an unpaved road, itís a rocky ride
and all i can do is shake my head from side to side

she must have been four years older, i was so young -- just fourteen
i saw her staring at me, it was a look i hadnít ever seen
she said be ever so slow as she came around
oh i remember the way that she lay me down

and all of the wonder and the mystery
as i glimpsed the man that i would learn to be
and sheís not so far that i canít find
her with me all the time

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and iím still keeping time
to the things iíve left behind

i fill up the tank as i head west out of town
i turn the radio up to my favorite sound
a guitar strumming with the sound of the wheels on highway 9
and i wonder -- will i remember this day for the rest of time?

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