Fond remembered summer days
Of fresh cut grass and cider haze
And dipping toes
Sometimes seems like yesterday
And other days a life away
And so it goes

That as we grow, glancing back we see
Childhood slipping through the back door
Of our memory

Flowing with the overflow
Pulled under by the undertow
Until you rise
Surface in some other place
Experience etched on your face
And still surprised

And as you try
Glancing back you'll see
Childhood creeping through the back door
Of who we used to be

Time dulls the memory, or so they say
The images we hold begin to fade away
If we could keep the dreams we have,
To watch while we're awake
I'd keep mine in a book, bound like the photographs
The photographs
Photographs we take

The face inside the silver frame upon the wall
It breaks my heart to think
My kids won't know the man at all
But then I close my eyes and you appear
(I close my eyes)

And as we grow, and as we grow we see
Childhood slipping through the back door
Of our memory

And as we grow, and as we grow
Children slipping through the back door and you know, you know

Time dulls the memory, and so they say
The images we hold begin to fade away
If we could keep the dreams we have,
Bound up inside a book
I'd keep mine on the mantelpiece
With the photographs
Those photographs
Those photographs we took