Been a minute since I picked up my old guitar.
It’s not like riding a bike. Not if you wanna get far.
I tried singing the one that got you out of your clothes,
but I’ve forgotten the words, even how it goes.
I know that it goes without saying
you can’t go back down boy
you know why they call it playing
so we’ll put away our toys
Been a minute since I marched through my town
holding a sign, putting my feet down.
I remember back when my fist pounded a book,
when I stood tall as my voice shook.
Been a minute since I last howled at the moon,
ran with the bulls, slow danced with you
but in my heart, still, I’m running wild
always believe-in my soul’s a child