Remember when you were a kid
the simple things were what mattered most
Time will change a man
His dreams and hopes will slowly drift away
Sit in space all day and your childhood fears will soon
drift away
Then suddenly you're left with a handful of memories

Those wooden walls, combust in time
those hammering sounds call again
Ring the bell inside my head
The liquid in my head

If I stand perfectly still and remember the jokes and
friends and folks
LIke a scrapbook scraping the depths of my brain
Step outside the world and your childhood fears will
soon drift away
Then suddenly you're left with a handful of memories