I know these streets and these backyards,

this barn that's falling down.

We come to where they're building now

and ride our bikes around.



And you think I'm just a little kid,

some troubles on the way.

Well, I knew this place before you did

is all I've got to say.



I'm only walking

through these streets and all around.

I'm only walking.

I know this town.



We come home through these fields at night

about a million times.

I'd walk the road with my eyes closed

and all the paths besdies.



And I know the boy who broke this fence,

and I know his brother, too.

And they'd never give me half a chance

if I let on to you.



I'm only walking

through these streets and all around.

I'm only walking.

I know this town.

I know this town.



We dam the streams, we raid the shacks,

and hide in boxcars on the tracks.

We know these quarries in our sleep

and where they're cold and where they're deep.



I'll go down to the bowling alley

and buy smokes and Dentyne.

I find some loose change every day

under that Coke machine.



You check me out as you drive by

like there was some big deal.

Well I know so much you'll never find

from there behind the wheel.



I'm only walking

through these streets and all around.

I'm only walking.

I know this town.

I know this town.

I know this town.

I know this town.