Robert, the big kids tore down the fort
And I'm on the dirt throwing rocks up in the sky
But they're not mine
Now I'm finding myself on the same dirt
Waiting for something to come back to
Or surprise me tonight
Keep telling lies in Brian's garage
In the garage
Robert, the big kids burned all their school books
In a hole they dug in the woods
In July I'm on fire
We lit fires to pay homage to their souls
Who've gotten old and went off to college
Now they don't wear camouflage
Keep telling lies in Brian's garage
In the garage
Robert, I can't miss you cause I keep seeing you
Written down and stuffed in a box
And how we'd ride it all the way
Now I'm finding myself on the same page
Waiting for something to come back to
Or surprise me just the same
Just the same
Just the same