Somewhere Over Ralph's House

Yep, the stupidtiy of youth and flying so high that it becomes normal and then remembering the wasted time fondly when all of those friends are gone.

We sat across the street .
On the back of Danny's truck .
Nick was on his way to dream .
Wishing we had some girls to f**k .
Barely out of highschool .
Ralph , Jerry and , me .
With Dope , acid and , liquor .
We were destined to be free .
   And we were somewhere over Ralph's house .
   When the cops would would check us out .
   We were scared enough to pass a brick .
   The story's true without a doubt .
   We swore it was behind us .
   When we barely got away .
   knowing all the while quitting was not our style .
   And we did it all again that next day .

I guess we were the height .
Of dysfunctional merry men .
scraping pennies together .
For Vodka or maybe gin .
Dreaming of the girls .
We wished that we could have had .
We'd get inebriated by a camp fire .
And forget we felt so bad .
   Cause we were somewhere over Ralph's house .
   Looking for a place to wreck .
   We'd tip cows and steal the blades off of plows .
   The rancher almost broke our necks .
   Sitting in a holding cell .
   Until we'd sleep it off .
   Wake up to a ban from Race-o-Rama .
   From ever playing thier mini golf .

We all grew up and split apart .
We've all gone our seperate ways .
I rarely see Ralph or Jerry .
And Billy's probably gay .
I guess life is better now .
Than the time and money we spent .
I wonder if they are wondering too .
If it was worth all the things we spent .
   And we were somewhere over Ralph's house .
   Engulfed in a mushroom cloud of smoke .
   Talking about the best of life .
   And all it's dirty jokes .
   Now were all grown up .
   And life just drifts away .
   Caught up in our kids and deadlines .
   Remebering better days .

Yes we were somewhere over Ralph's house .
Till we grew up and flew away ........