Flicking through branches and shrivelled leaves
Running through rivers feeling the breeze
On my shoulder
I'm getting older
Playing in dirt and making mud pies
Chatting to fairy's about whats on my mind
Oh it's closer
I'm getting older
How could we ever know
That we could fall so slow
Why do I remember flight
Where is my childlike mind
Climbing through trees and swinging by bees
Stumbling down mountains no pain
In my knees
Wind blowing me over
I'm getting older
Instead of mud pies I'm wasting my time
Reading through paper killing my mind
Oh it's hopeless
I'm getting older
How could we ever know
That we could fall so slow
Why do I remember flight
Where is my childlike mind
Memories fade as I get older
It's becoming hard to remember Ogars
My imagination is moving slower
I'm getting older
Flicking through branches and shrivelled leaves
Running through rivers feeling the breeze
On my shoulder
I'm getting older
How could we ever know
That we could fall so slow
Why do I remember flight
Where is my childlike mind