You said,
"Come outside
You and I can take a ride
You don't have to put your helmet on
If you promise not to tell your mom"
And I said,
"I won't speak a word
Even if I get hurt"
I'll grab my catcher's mitt
Put on the grass stained jeans I ripped
I'll run as far as I'm allowed
To catch the ball
You said
"Hold on tight"
As I prepared to take flight
As I said
"Push me higher"
And so you did.
And you pick me up
And you spin me round
I don't ever want to touch the ground
I'm not there to be called in
But I'll always be your Sonny Jim
Then I grew
Too big for your shoulders
And I knew
You won't always hold her
So young when my life begun
I wonder if you were ready
Drink coke when you're twenty-one
You always held me steady
You worry if I'll be alright
When you and Rod go out tonight
But you've earned having grown up
And I'll still be here when you're done
Scared of ten
You'll never be one again.
Now, a friend
Who would have liked you then
You pick me up
And you spin me round
I don't ever wanna touch the ground
You can't reach the dial
You put up with bad tv so I can sleep a while
You sand in the garage
You meant to stop but now the rough part's gone.
You pick me up and you spin me round
I don't ever wanna touch the ground
If you pick me up I won't let you down
I don't wanna hafta touch the ground