Lyrics:

Aunt Clara kept her Bible Right next to the phone in case she needed a quote
While she talked to someone
In my memory she smiles While the blessing is said
And visions of freeze tag dance in my head
She says Ill grow up bigIf I eat all my roast
Ill still believe in heaven
But I wont believe in ghosts anymore

Ill put away childish things

Every other weekend at the age of thirteen
With my fishing pole and my Field and Stream
Ridin back home on the Trailways bus
I looked out the window
Til I saw too much
And I called my parents by their own first names
I played in the alley
But I didnt play the game anymore

I put away childish things

The wolves howl all night long
They wont stop and they wont go home
Beneath my window they run
Probably itll be alright
If I keep it all locked up tight And wait til daylight comes

Now my boy goes like a house on fire
Hell never burn out and hell never retire
And I remember when I used to think like that
When I was young and the world was flat
But Im forty some years old now and man I dont care
All I want now is just a comfortable chair
And to sell all my stock
And live on the coast
I dont believe in heavenBut I still believe in ghosts.