I remember when I was younger
I'd walk through those fields and I'd
Focus on the breeze as it blew through the leaves
The warm air on my face would take me
To that special place where I'd forget
My worries , at least for the day
Now , a little older , I still walk those same fields
I still feel that same sun
But something's different that I can't put my finger on
It doesn't seem to have that same feeling
Of escape and it's true what they say
You don't miss it until it's gone
It seems everyday that this world is getting stranger
We're crawling through a minefield
Avoiding the danger
I like to think that we'll get it right in the end
And we'll stroll through those summer meadows again
I guess the only conclusion I can come up with
Is there's to much going on in the world now
To just simply forget
It's achievable to clear your mind
When the problems are your own
But when the problems are every where you look
It's not as easily achievable
It seems everyday that this world is getting stranger
We're crawling through a minefield
Avoiding the danger
I like to think that we'll get it right in the end
And we'll stroll through those summer meadows again
Good memories are precious
And we refer to them
When we need them
So we can feel a little happier
When we're down
When we're down
It seems everyday that this world is getting stranger
We're crawling through a minefield
Avoiding the danger
I like to think that we'll get it right in the end
And we'll stroll through those summer meadows again
It seems everyday that this world is getting stranger
We're crawling through a minefield
Avoiding the danger
I like to think that we'll get it right in the end
And we'll stroll through those summer meadows again