You were playing outside with your friend. There wasn't much on your mind. You were making war with your friend. Your innocent little minds. Do you really believe everything's gonna be all right? Am I stupid? And then you're growing older. Your fantasy and your imagination have to make place for your wisdom, your knowledge and to many explanations. You must go to school. Satisfy your
parents. You have to be cool, or you'll have no friends.
And then you're going to live on your own, realising there must be money to pay the rent. So you apply for a silly
job, but get rejected 'you're not what we were looking
for'. Your dreaming of the days that you were younger. You
didn't have to worry 'bout a thing. Three meals a day, a mom who does your loundry. Daddy takes you to a field and plays ball with you.