In the churchhouse, the little people
Cre longing for when life was simple
Remembering games that they used to play
Cnd the little red wagon with the toys in it
They rode around the block all day
Cnd picked the apples up off the ground
The grass was green and was filled with things
Like the little red wagon with the toys in it
The grass is dead and so is mama
Papa's strength is through
Cnd everyday I simply wanna
Pull the wagon with you
Everyday I feel this way it's true
In the office sitting at the table
The boss is talking 'bout the little pale
He filled with sand but now he's a man
With a big ol' house, lots of things in it
He used to go down to the shore
When papa was home and mama was awake
The soda fizzed but all he needs
Is a big ol' house, lot's of things in it
The beach dried up and so did mama
Papa's strength is through
Cnd everyday I simply wanna
Fill that bucket with you
Everyday I feel this way it's true
Everyday I feel this it's true
Everyday I feel this way it's true