Texty: Constancy. Other. The Child Inside.

Pirates and cowboys, popguns and cheap toys
Out in the tree house we made all kinds of noise
Where I would find a new trap door in mind
And with all spare time I?d leave the world behind

Grass stains on blue jeans, float away in the tire swing
Watch rollie pollies curl up like tiny beads
And I would think ?What a giant I must seem?
But a friend I would be to all the smaller things

Oh how the days go by, growing older now
I wish I could close my eyes and turn back time?

Don?t you miss all the days of a younger child?
Living audaciously without a care or fragment of doubt?
So go onward, you?re a youthful soul
To the land of make believe, pretending, and daydreams
Cause that?s the only place you?ll find the child inside

Band-aids and cartoons, tooth fairies and apple juice
Down at the park one day I?d get mud on my brand new shoes
And mom would say, ?Son, how?d they get that way??
And I would reply, ?They?d have got dirty soon anyway?

Blue eyes and blonde hairs, spankins and teddy bears
I?d wrestle my brother ten thousand times a year
And we would fight, we?d kick, we?d scratch and bite
But by the end of the night, we?d hug and make it right

Oh how the days go by, growing older now
I wish I could close my eyes and turn back time
Oh how the days go by, growing older still
Watching the years pass too and then it?s through

Don?t you miss all the days of a younger child?
Living audaciously without a care or fragment of doubt?
So go onward, you?re a youthful soul
To the land of make believe, pretending, and daydreams
So go onward, you?re a youthful soul
Open up that mind of yours; let imagination take control