While she talked to someone
In my memory she smiles While the blessing is said
And visions of freeze tag dance in my head
She says Iāll grow up bigIf I eat all my roast
Iāll still believe in heaven
But I wonāt believe in ghosts anymore
Iāll put away childish things
Every other weekend at the age of thirteen
With my fishing pole and my Field and Stream
Ridinā back home on the Trailways bus
I looked out the window
āTil I saw too much
And I called my parents by their own first names
I played in the alley
But I didnāt play the game anymore
I put away childish things
The wolves howl all night long
They wonāt stop and they wonāt go home
Beneath my window they run
Probably itāll be alright
If I keep it all locked up tight And wait ātil daylight comes
Now my boy goes like a house on fire
Heāll never burn out and heāll never retire
And I remember when I used to think like that
When I was young and the world was flat
But Iām forty some years old now and man I donāt care
All I want now is just a comfortable chair
And to sell all my stock
And live on the coast
I donāt believe in heavenBut I still believe in ghosts.