There?s a feeling I?ll always have with me
I could never climb a tree
I?d never hike, camp or fly a kite
But that was alright with me

There are some things I?ll always think about
Waking up early made me pout
Poor mom and dad, I used to make ?em sweat
To get me out of bed

(refrão)
But pictures linger on and it seems like yesterday
Remember, Gus, when I had that sorbet?
And I?ll never forget my mother?s face
When I broke that vase?

There?s an image that I?ll never erase
Mom and dad glueing the pieces back in place
And I could tell from my three years of age
That people still love you
Even if you break the vase