Wrapped in the thoughts from the good old days
When the things were cool and full of innocence
I got a lot of fun and I got no rage
How was I to know this would take its place in the past
And all the things would turn to black and gray
This is grown up and that's ok
All I want to is to go back twenty years ago
To the place I didn't know what was coming ahead
All I want to is to go back twenty years ago
To try to make the things get right
I wish that I could make it, but I cannot see it anymore
All I want to is to go back twenty years ago
To the place I didn't know what was coming ahead
All I want to is to go back twenty years ago
To try to make the things get right
I wish that I could make it. Worth a try (right now)