If you were 5 years old again

Would you turn your face to the air

To see the cropduster flying up there

Would you turn your face to the air

Would you stand in the wash of the wind

With your mouth open wide as your arms

Would you fall the ground and roll in the grass

Would you stand in the wash of the wind

I’m 5 years old

5 years old again

Would you wade in the water in the ditch

Or jump in the puddle in the drive

And to hell with your shoes and the cuffs of your pants

Would you wade in the water in the ditch

Would you hide underneath the sheets

And tune out your fear of the dark

And that tapping on the glass in the middle of the night

Would you hide underneath the sheets

I’m 5 years old

5 years old again

Run to hear the roar of the plane

See the leaves of the beans bending down

Feel the spray hit you in the face

And wait for it to come again

Today I was 5 years old

And I turned my face to the air

But the airplane’s roar turned to ash in my ear

And I’ll never grow young again