I Miss Those Days . . .
When did we change,
From throwing paper planes,
And driving wooden trains,
To this ?
And when did we grow,
From angels in the snow,
To lots of things we didn't know,
To this ?
Can you put your finger on the day,
When we never again did play,
Our...
From throwing paper planes,
And driving wooden trains,
To this ?
And when did we grow,
From angels in the snow,
To lots of things we didn't know,
To this ?
Can you put your finger on the day,
When we never again did play,
Our...