I remember being younger building tree houses
Until we were called inside
Used to sit and watch the races by the window
Pick a rain drop to cross the line
Paper planes were more than what they seemed, they taught us things
Gave us wings to fly
Playing eye spy with my little eye to pass the time
On those long car rides
We used to be outside kinda kids
Plasters covered our skin
We used to ride down to see our friends
On bikes our fathers built
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I want our kids to know
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Summer nights camp fire songs
I remember when my mother let me mow the lawns
Rich from all my coins
Marco Polo in local pool, right after school
Making up the rules
We used to be outside kinda kids
Plasters covered our skin
We used to ride down to see our friends
On bikes our fathers built
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I want our kids to know
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Summer nights camp fire songs
Where the rope swing hit water
A Polaroid moment
How Jack met Diane, you know
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I want our kids to know
These days, trees are wrapped in caution tape
Plasters on expiry date
God forbid you say the wrong thing
Some say those will be the good old days
Back when all we did was play
Living in a simple old place
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I want our kids to know
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Summer nights camp fire songs
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I want our kids to know
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Summer nights camp fire songs
Where the rope swing hit water
A Polaroid moment
How Jack met Diane you know
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I want our kids to know