I wonder where they went?
The things we felt when we were kids
When there was a purpose to everything we did
Like driving to New Jersey to play to a crowded room, or taking off our shirts, blowing kisses at the moon
Time is moving faster than I want it
The days are months are years and I wanted more from them
I wonder where they went?
I wish could find them, know them as more than gone things
I wish that I could slow down