Despite what is said, the cornfield won't always retain your childhood memories. Replant the seeds of yesterday.
Mother never wanted to say
How your eyes weren't of
Your fathers
No one will know but her
Those golden hazel chestnuts
Were of a random man
From the bar down the block
Don't worry
Daddy will never know.
The pumpkin patch has never been the same
Year after year
Less and less people come
To sit on the hayride
That filled their yesterdays
World of tormoil
No more time for childish things
