I think I’m going back
To the things I learnt so well in my youth.
I think I’m returning to
Those days when I was young enough to know the truth.
Now there are no games,
To only pass the time.
No more colouring books,
No Christmas bells to chime.
But thinking young and growing older is no sin.
And I can’t play the game of life to win.
I can recall a time,
When I wasn’t ashamed to reach out to a friend.
And now I think I’ve got
A lot more than just my toys to lend.
Now there’s more to do
Than watch my sailboat glide.
And every day can be
My magic carpet ride.
And I can play hide and seek with my fears,
And live my days instead of counting my years.
Then everyone debates the true reality,
I’d rather see the world, the way it used to be.
A little bit of freedom’s all we lack,
So catch me if you can, I’m going back.