There's a tree in my backyard
Bulldozers took it down
I sat in it most days
When my parents would leave town
Inside my treehouse
I don't have to grow up
My thoughts run wild
I'm forever a child
There's a blanket in my room
It is tattered and torn
Patches to fix up
The places I wore
Inside my blanket
I don't have to grow up
My thoughts run wild
I'm forever a child
Running through the grass
I remember it
Just like that
Dirt upon my feet
No one to please
When we grow up, why do we
Have to leave the land of make believe
I don't know
I don't know
There's a photo on my shelf
It's a picture of myself
Seated at the keys
The blanket on my knees
Inside this photograph
I don't have to grow up
My thoughts run wild
I'm forever a child