Lyrics
I had no fear when I was little, under mother’s eyes I played
And marveled at my father oh so strong
In our breadbox of suburbia my family laid its nest
On the west side of the city grew our lawn
Pick wild berries from the hillside, if you can stand the thorns
For they’ll cut you if you give them any chance
While my mother baked with apples father gathered from our tree
The only world I knew revolved around me
Sometimes I miss those days and nights
When right from wrong was black and white
And we dreamed about growing old
Little did I know
When I was three a stork came calling, and dropped a brother in my lap
I dreamed just like my father I’d be strong
But the school yard and the teachers served a heavy bitter pill
So we packed up our old car and headed up the hill
Sometimes I miss those days and nights
When right from wrong was black and white
And we dreamed about growing old
Little did I know
Here’s to those girls I knew in high school who taught me how to lie
And to the man I dreamed I would be and how I watched him die
Sometimes I miss those days and nights
When right from wrong was black and white
And we dreamed about growing old
Little did I know