Simple

Picked up in the wagon with the wooden grain

We were both wearing our silver ball chains

Mood-changing rings changing colors

Every day

After school, jumping on the trampoline

We didn't get high, we just chugged caffeine

When you don't know the difference

It's the same damn thing

Will it ever be that simple again?

Will it ever be that simple for our kids?

Will it ever be, will it ever be

That simple again?

I know simple is relative

I was a little white, middle-class kid

Running around the cul-de-sac

Chasing rabbits and hitting boys back

Memories are rosy, I suppose

The future unwritten, nobody knows

But I would love to be sure

About something

Will it ever be that simple again?

Will it ever be that simple for our kids?

Will it ever be, will it ever be

That simple again?

I just want you to feel that innocent

I just want you to feel that innocence

I just want you to feel that innocent

For as long as you can

Will it ever be, will it ever be

That simple again?

Will it ever be that simple again?

Will it ever be that simple for our kids?

Will it ever be, will it ever be

That simple again?