i was born in my backyard,
where the detroit towers melt into the ground
and from their ash, sprout hills and trees,
which shade suburbia keeping her hands clean
here tonight to keep us stable,
is the virgin mary drinking boxed wine across the dinner table
in orion the tree's grow old with the past
they whisper, those were good kids to bad the marriage didn't last

don't ever look behind, you may see your past.
and if I ever hit the finish line, maybe i'll understand

one year we changed, amidst autumn's leaves
and the good wind carried us back to sea
out on the waves, the salt wore off our skin
which released the the first grader, who's ready to swim
in the cheap seats of a parking lot filled with doves
i remember this place where i kissed the girl who i first loved
i was born in my backyard, under the shade of a tree
i was born in my backyard, and i'm still dreaming

a foundation is something that we all desire
but suburbia's walls are no more than fuel for fires

i've given angels so many hours
to water backyard flowers
where is the home, that i know
that has yet to be found
and when it snows
will i go, or will i still stick around

can i come back to orion
and find again a childhood
can i come back to your rolling hills
and veer off the path of paint creek trail
can i come back without solitude
and hide once again in your deepest wood
cause your voice is not one that i want to lose
and if love finds me i will not refuse
your a son of a bitch, dear orion
your a son of a bitch, dear orion


Lyrics submitted by Michael75

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