There’s less now in my view The simple things are few The woods have altered too For the boy now in mans shoes
I’ve put away my toys And organized my joy And all of this destroys The man that once was boy
Oh…
The garage stores my bike The trading cards I liked So I’ll close the door and hide With the wonder that was mine So I’ll close the door and hide With the wonder that was mine
Oh…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
