In the days and silent picture frames
Of my childhood, I knew the world like simple arithmetic.
All oranges came from the tree in my backyard
All strength came from cans of spinach
All children came from God
And God hid amongst the clouds, on high
Where Heaven awaited the endless sleepers.

The moon was made of cheese
Birthday wishes always came true
Every little girl was a Disney princess
And every Disney princess would one day
Marry their own Prince Charming.
When I was a kid, my dad could kick your dad's ****.
Anytime.

When I was a kid...
But objects in motion must remain in motion,
And the moment we begin to sprout,
There's no elixir, no potion to slow it
For the fountain of youth is left behind with youth.

Because nowadays,
That orange tree is long dead.
Strength can only be found within,
And I find less of it with every tear
And Heaven is the furthest place from here.
Nowadays the moon looms above us all like melancholy madness
Like a cold hard night
Like a forever goodbye
Like glass in your gut
Like gravity.

But the magic remains and is revealed in the shield of sleep
I'm not a kid anymore, but I still believe.
I still want to believe.
And everyday, I search the sky
Between the clouds,
Carefully,
Quietly,
For a glimpse of God.