Childish Things

Aunt Clara kept her Bible Right next to the phone in case she needed a quote

While she talked to someone

In my memory she smiles While the blessing is said

And visions of freeze tag dance in my head

She says I'll grow up bigIf I eat all my roast

I'll still believe in heaven

But I won't believe in ghosts anymore

I'll put away childish things

Every other weekend at the age of thirteen

With my fishing pole and my Field and Stream

Ridin' back home on the Trailways bus

I looked out the window

'Til I saw too much

And I called my parents by their own first names

I played in the alley

But I didn't play the game anymore

I put away childish things

The wolves howl all night long

They won't stop and they won't go home

Beneath my window they run

Probably it'll be alright

If I keep it all locked up tight And wait 'til daylight comes

Now my boy goes like a house on fire

He'll never burn out and he'll never retire

And I remember when I used to think like that

When I was young and the world was flat

But I'm forty some years old now and man I don't care

All I want now is just a comfortable chair

And to sell all my stock

And live on the coast

I don't believe in heavenBut I still believe in ghosts.