When I was young
I walked out into the woods
I looked with wonder at how tall the trees stood
I saw them move
And I heard them speak
In my innocence I thought they were talking to me
Take me back to days when my problems didn't haunt me
Decisions were simple, my motive was pure
As I grow older, I just feel more empty
It's hard to see the glass half full
When I was young
I made things from clay
I showed my momma I was proud of what I had made
I built castles
For my queen and me
In my innocence thought that's how life would be
Take me back to days when my problems didn't haunt me
Decisions were simple, my motives were pure
As I grow older, I just feel more empty
It's hard to see the glass half full

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