Childish Things
Aunt Clara kept her Bible Right next to the phone in case she needed a quote While she talked to someone In my memory she smiles While the blessing is said And visions of freeze tag dance in my head She says Ill grow up bigIf I eat all my roast Ill still believe in heaven But I wont believe in ghosts anymore Ill put away childish things Every other weekend at the age of thirteen With my fishing pole and my Field and Stream Ridin back home on the Trailways bus I looked out the window Til I saw too much And I called my parents by their own first names I played in the alley But I didnt play the game anymore I put away childish things The wolves howl all night long They wont stop and they wont go home Beneath my window they run Probably itll be alright If I keep it all locked up tight And wait til daylight comes Now my boy goes like a house on fire Hell never burn out and hell never retire And I remember when I used to think like that When I was young and the world was flat But Im forty some years old now and man I dont care All I want now is just a comfortable chair And to sell all my stock And live on the coast I dont believe in heavenBut I still believe in ghosts.
