I think I'm going back
To the things I learnt so well in my youth

I think I'm returning to
Those days when I was young enough
To know the truth

Now there are no games
To only pass the time
No more colouring books
No Christmas bells to chime

But thinking young and growing older is no sin
And I can't play the game of life to win

I can recall a time
When I wasn't ashamed
To reach out to a friend

And now I think I've got
A lot more than just my toys to lend

Now there's more to do
Than watch my sailboat glide
And every day can be
My magic carpet ride'

And I can play hide and seek
With my fears
And live my days
Instead of counting my years

(instrumental; piano-intensive)

Then everyone debates
The true reality;
I'd rather see the world
The way it used to be

A little bit of freedom's all we lack
So catch me if you can ...

I'm going back