There's an old wind that blows through the fields that I know

Where my great aunt and uncle retired

I haven't been there since a child

There's a storm drain below where I played on the road

I always thought that was in Iowa

It was in my six year old mind

I remember this living room

Lego on the floor, Buzz Lightyear cereal

And a caravan, I'm living my childhood again

Ain't it ain't it funny how your idea of a joke can be the same as mine

Ain't it ain't it funny how I can be yours, you can be mine

I'm living my childhood again

I'm living my childhood again

There's an old road that winds through the back of our minds

We drove it when we were kids

Move over, let your great aunt get in

I suppose 'round the bend you'll be back here again

We'll show you where to get your kicks

You might know it as Route 66

I remember this thumping sound

Pedal to the floor, California bound in the summertime

I'm living my childhood again

Ain't it ain't it funny how your idea of a joke can be the same as mine

Ain't it ain't it funny how I can be yours, you can be mine

I'm living my childhood again

I'm living my childhood again

Ain't it ain't it funny