I look at the sun,
And I know it’s gonna be one of the days,
That takes me right back to when I was young,
Dreaming through the summer haze.

When nothing was scary, I could do anything.
Loving to cartwheel and dance in the rain,
Pulling up daisies to put in a chain,
Laughing for hours and rolling down hills,
Climbing the trees at the old farmer's mill.

These are the days I remember,
These are the days I miss,
When young and free was all I had to be,
And reality didn't exist.

Stuck on the train riding to work again,
Life on a one-way street,
My only escape is to pause and replay,
Like a memory played on repeat.

When nothing was scary, I could do anything.
Loving to cartwheel and dance in the rain,
Pulling up daisies to put in a chain,
Laughing for hours and rolling down hills,
Climbing the trees at the old farmer's mill.

These are the days I remember,
These are the days I miss,
When young and free was all I had to be,
And reality didn't exist.

Take me back to being young,
Take me back to being young,
Take me back to being young,
Take me back to being young.