Words flow in my mind
A feeling so intense
And I try to make sense
A sky full of stars
Wind blowing our hair around like halos
A cricket’s song in the fading light
You and me sitting in the back
Talking like only cousins can
Laughing at things no-one else would understand
At night, on a dirt road
We share out thoughts
We are free to talk
From boys to God, we discuss it all
No-one gets it
Not everyone understands
The Bottoms is where it’s at
It’s where we can relax
Where we are free to be ours-self’s
In the back of a truck
Leaving a trail of dust
Memories that will last us
It’s more than just a ride though the woods
It’s more than a ride down a dirt road
It’s more than just chilling in the back of a truck
Time spent full of inside jokes
Spent sharing our hopes
Talking of things no-one else knows
With daylight fading
And mosquitoes biting
We make another round
You and I know
To hold on when the truck starts to slow
When the brakes lock and gravel flies
Smiles on our faces
As we return to our places
Laughing as the dust clears
Things I will remember when I’m gone
Memories I will cherish when I’m old
Times I will miss when I’m not at home
Anyone from around here knows what it is
Anyone from around here has been there
But only we know what it’s all about
Only we know, the Bottoms are where it’s at
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