It’s a turnaround town with sidewalk streets
And the four way stops we used to run
It’s a red minivan making out in the back
Always falling in and outta love
It’s the empty creeks where we used to drink
It’s a different look but the same me
It’s the parking lots with the gravel rocks
Where we’d dream we’d try to leave
Yeah it’s something next to nothing
It’s on and under my skin
It’s the inside of the outskirts
It’s the Friday night lights, it’s my every first
Yeah it’s a part of me that can’t be shook
It’s the dirt my roots are in for good
Wildwood
Yeah it’s changed and years went by
I moved away but didn’t move on
‘Cause it’s mom and dad, that cul de sac
And those goodbyes that take too long
It’s seeing friends that you never see
It’s the flashbacks being sixteen
It’s the winding streets in memory
Singing, I miss Mayberry
It’s something next to nothing
It’s on and under my skin
It’s the inside of the outskirts
It’s the Friday night lights, it’s my every first
Yeah it’s a part of me that can’t be shook
It’s the dirt my roots are in for good
Wildwood
Wildwood
Yeah it’s something next to nothing
It’s on and under my skin
It’s the inside of the outskirts
It’s the Friday night lights, it’s my every first
Yeah it’s something next to nothing
It’s on and under my skin
It’s the inside of the outskirts
It’s the Friday night lights, it’s my every first
Yeah it’s a part of me that can’t be shook
It’s the dirt my roots are in for good
Wildwood
Wildwood
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