Jean Paul Peters - Devil's Creek lyrics

[Chris Hannah] Take me back to those Sweltering summer days Bike down the gravel road To the creek outside the base Sun on skinny arms Chin on knobby knees Squatting in the cool Of the rotting of the reeds Enveloping No one here but me Never understood the other kids The adults even less So I hung out by myself In a back road drainage ditch I called it Devil's Creek So it wouldn't seem so sad When you can't have what you want You learn to want what you have These adaptive preferences Have their way with you Shape world events In the wake of an ancient, shallow late Cretaceous sea This side of a clay-packed extinction boundary The biome breathing, buzzing, humming in the heat If I seem like I'm somewhere else, it's Devil's Creek