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 [bad word] 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
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 [bad word] reality
I’d rather see the world
The way it used to be
little bit of freedom’s all we lack
So catch me if you can
I’m going back