Letra de The house at the end of the road

In the place where I grew up
The chores got started at sun up
It wasn´t fun, but we all shared the load
Sometimes we´d work all day
Sometimes we´d all go play
Around the house at the end of the road

My childhood days were all so free
The world outside didn´t worry me
Our bikes turned into racers while we rode
We didn´t know each passing day
Took us further on away
From the house at the end of the road

It´s so hard to be grown
Out in the world and on your own
With no house at the end of the road
If I could, I´d be gone
Wrestling in the grass we´d mown
To the house at the end of the road

Just a bunch of preteen thugs
With BB guns instead of drugs
Every summer day, a brand new episode
Shooting birds and shaking rugs
Daddy´s belt and Mama´s hugs
Now they´re gone, like the house at the end of the road

It´s so hard to be grown
Out in the world and on your own
With no house at the end of the road
If I could, I´d be gone
Wrestling in the grass we´d mown
To the house at the end of the road

If I could, I´d be gone
Where the wild geese have flown
To the house at the end of the road
To the house at the end of the road