Lyrics by Brett Kull

Remember when the world was all just a giant place to play?
Not a care to burded down upon your shoulders
Each moment so alive
Every day fills the springtime of your life
With the fragrance of youth

Remember on those summer days
When you fought off the heat with a garden hose
And the sun would chase you, hot on your heals
To the nearest pool

Out back where you sat on the swing
And the grass had long since worn away
And you'd swing so high and laugh so long

I'd much rather run through a rainstorm
Or climb my favorite tree
Then talk about politics, sports or TV
And I'd like to think as I walk
Alone in the peace of God's evening
That he hears me thanking him

My frame of mind always gets torn
When I see old Brownie, all tattered and torn
And the face he gives me
Just adds to the weight of my sentimental chain

Roses have thorns and coffee's not tea
And I don't have to smell them to see in front of me
That all's not quiet on the Western Front today

And at night my warm silent friend
Is held close to my heart
And I sleep to dream of tomorrow's new day