I don't believe In fairytales
Now that I've seen behind the veil
No pot of gold, no man upstairs
Just piles of bills and unanswered prayers

I was a kid once but kids grow up
They ask their silly questions 'till they know too much
What I wouldn't give to live back then
Bright eyed and easy
Naive, again

She came my way
One bright spring day
A picnic bench
A red bouquet
No wedding bells
No big parade
The flowers died
I cried and cried

I was a kid once but kids grow up
They ask their silly questions 'till they know too much
No getting back that innocence
When love was easy
Naive, again

All that I've known
My childhood home
They packed it up
A moving truck
My parents plans
Their shaky hands
In older age
They turn the page

We all were kids once but kids grow up
They ask their silly questions 'till they know too much
When it's said and done we'll reach the end
And we'll wish we were naive, again
And we'll wish we were naive, again