(E. Pugh)

I yearn for the days of past

I feel like I'm getting old

Maybe I could make a time machine

But then I'd screw up everything - I'm told

Child's joy - child's pain

Oh how much I'd change

If only I could go back

In my time machine

World's falling down all around me

I yearn for the innocence

Maybe I could make a time machine

Oh why doesn't the world make sense

Child's joy - child's pain

Oh how much I'd change

If only I could go back

In my time machine

I yearn for the days of past

I feel like I'm getting old

Maybe I could make a time machine

But then I'd screw up everything - I'm told