July 1998
Little Wooden Boat
(Young Again)

Things were so simple then,
Everything we did, we did for fun.
No need to be serious,
We had stories to make up or games to play,
But things change, it’s different now.
In everything we do, we search for a meaning.
Ask to many questions and you’ll get too many answers.
Too many worries and not enough time,
But I remember what it was like and wish I could go back,
To when times were easier.
Friends with everyone, no need for enemies.
We didn’t spend time searching for something to hold onto.
Satisfied with what we had and took everything as it came.
Now there’s not enough time in the day and the years are flying by
And I wish I was young again.