Sometimes We're Kids

Sometimes We’re Kids APRIL RAPIER, BOB OLDREIVE & JOE LINDLEY She’s my lover, she’s my wife She can sparkle in the morning light The phone rings and she’d got to go Leaves me in her afterglow We’re paying bills and fixing cars The dust settles and here we are We live our lives the best we can I’m glad that she’s my friend Sometimes we’re kids, running through the park like we always did Aim for the sky in a worn leather swing—sometimes we’re kids And sometimes we’re kids, make sure and step on the acorn lids Changing the words to whatever we sing—sometimes we’re kids Remember how we were clever Make a day last forever On our bikes we’d find a way to use up all of a Saturday Forget the car—we can walk So much to see on every block With just a smile you let me know that time can still go slow Sometimes we’re kids, they caught us kissing on the Mandell bridge See the horse running in the clouds—sometimes we’re kids Sometimes we’re kids, in the dewberry patch with our fingers red The fourth of July and we’re lost in the crowd—sometimes we’re kids