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.