She’s my lover, she’s my wife
She can sparkle in the morning light
The phone rings and she’d got to go
Leaves me in her afterglow
We’re paying bills and fixing cars
The dust settles and here we are
We live our lives the best we can
I’m glad that she’s my friend

Sometimes we’re kids, running through the park like we always did
Aim for the sky in a worn leather swing sometimes we’re kids
And sometimes we’re kids, make sure and step on the acorn lids
Changing the words to whatever we sing—sometimes we’re kids

Remember how we were clever
Make a day last forever
On our bikes we’d find a way to use up all of a Saturday
Forget the car we can walk
So much to see on every block
With just a smile you let me know that time can still go slow

Sometimes we’re kids, they caught us kissing on the Mandell bridge
See the horse running in the clouds—sometimes we’re kids
Sometimes we’re kids, in the dewberry patch with our fingers red
The fourth of July and we’re lost in the crowd—sometimes we’re kids