|
I think I'm goin' back |
|
To the things I learned 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 electric trains |
|
No more trees to climb |
|
But thinking young and growing older |
|
Is no sin |
|
And I can't play the game of life to win |
|
I can recall the time |
|
When I wasn't ashamed to reach out |
|
To a friend |
|
Now I tnink I've got |
|
A lot more than just my toys to lend |
|
Now there's more to do |
|
Than watch my sailboat glide |
|
But every day can be |
|
A magic carpet ride |
|
A little bit of courage |
|
Is all we lack |
|
So catch me if you can |
|
I'm goin' back |
|
La la la la la la la la la la |
|
La la la la la la la la la la |
|
Now there's more to do |
|
Than watch my sailboat glide |
|
But every day can be |
|
A magic carpet ride |
|
A little bit of courage |
|
Is all we lack |
|
So catch me if you can |
|
I'm going back |
|
Ahhhhh, ahhhhhh |
|
La lala lala lala la la |
|
Ahhhhhh |
