Let's go back,
Back before I was eight,
Before the times that 'aren't so great'
Before the world showed me 'choice'
Before it stifled my voice
Yeah, let's go back to the core of me
I would bring in the night, howl with the setting sun,
Standing on the petals going as fast as I could
I was free
We made caves out of dirt piles across the street
And mud pies
Before, when the only scars were the scabs on my knees
And my parents still kissed
Every night he got home.

When being happy was easy,
Not a choice

And life was adventure

Oh yes please take us back to
Where the wild things are