Midwest

Running through the fresh mown grass
Small town there in the Midwest
We laugh, we fall, we roll around
How our lives seemed oh so blessed

Then as we get older
Our lives begin to change
Not enough time in the day
There’s much to arrange

Seems like we’re always running
Our schedules are to tight
Kids and spouses, work and bosses
Mandating our lives

Somehow we lose our innocence
And start to become jaded
The Midwest fun of younger days
Has now completely faded

Being a child was easy
Back in the Midwest
Adulthood seemed so far away
The future was a guess