When I was a boy the sun was in the sky,
The white hot day would refuse to die,
The summer was so long and I would wish the time away,
Put your hands to your ears and you can have your say.
When I was a boy I would talk to myself,
Lie in a field and make dreams for myself,
I've been the ruler of the world and a pebble in the sand,
The winner of a race and a bird that won't land.
When I was a boy I was sometimes in love,
With a girl from the yard like the naive and the dove,
She had warm lips and blue eyes like mine,
I hold her in a place and a moment in time.
When I was a boy I was aching in inside,
Caught up in a hornets' nest on a merciless tide,
Make me whole make me real make me wise make me strong.
The wind blows hard through a house on a hill,
The wind blows hard through a house on a hill.