Once all our history is safely in the background
And we can finally stop to reflect
All the innocence lost or troubles found
Just retracing any of our old regret
Well the uncut grass still grows a little taller
All around, along, and inside
The old abandoned car and house
Of the late Reverend Burnside
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We were all just a half a mile up on Midway Road
Growing up to find ourselves
And bound to learn the ropes
Half a mile up Midway road
Just half a mile up Midway road
There's a thousand altogether good memories
Though I tend to trip o'er the handful of sad
Devil drug his claw across that tiny neighborhood
But looking back it wasn't all so bad
But the uncut grass still grows a little taller
All around, along, and inside
The old abandoned car and house
Of the late Reverend Burnside
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We were all just a half a mile up on Midway Road
Growing up to find ourselves
And bound to learn the ropes
Half a mile up Midway road
Just half a mile up Midway road
We were all just a half a mile up on Midway Road
We were all just a half a mile up on Midway Road
Growing up to find ourselves
And bound to learn the ropes
Half a mile up Midway road
Just half a mile up Midway road
Just half a mile up Midway road
Those childhoods all held on a street
Barely wide enough for two cars to drive
But may the Lord forgive all that did transgress
And bless all those still alive
Just half a mile up Midway road