I envy the kids cause they don't know any better
They run through the hills
Find joy in any weather
How I wish we could be more like them
Too young to vote, too young to care
Ain't in a hurry, not going anywhere
With a simple rest in joy that's so profound
Oh, here's to the years we won't get back anyhow
Grandpa lived to be 63
I wish I had more of him in me
He was an honest man and faithful to his core
Well, he loved grandma but not as much as he loved the Lord
Grandma loved when he smiled but hated when he smoked
Took care of him and laughed at his jokes
Sits and wonders what he's doing now
Oh, here's to the years we won't get back anyhow
So roll down son, roll down the way
Find hope in tomorrow, and joy in today
Learn to never put your faith in man
Where one big family we'll rest in his hand
I'm a young man in the peak of my prime
But I ain't too young to see the people dying
In innocence for the selfish greed of man
Oh, how I wish we could all just understand
So roll down son, roll down the way
Find joy in tomorrow and hope in today
Learn to never put your faith in man
Where one big family will rest in his hand