Innocent Sundays

Remember when they were So much older than us We always looked up to them They played on grass They had so much fun you know We wanted to be like them It was the story of a long shot It was the American dream I thought it was me When Dad and I played in the yard He threw as hard as he could There was no interference from life There was no holding back for it felt right It was fun, those innocent Sundays Created hopeful somedays Then time passed on along with the purity Those cleats can always stay clean Not to sure when financial security Outweighed the love of the team A business first and maybe a sport Some say it was from the start But that's what I miss about my childhood Everything just seemed good There was no interference from life There was no holding back for it felt right It was fun, those innocent Sundays Created hopeful somedays