Time stands still as I remember the thrill
Of wind in my face as I'm biking downhill
Just a kid on his own with freedom to roam
With time for big thoughts before he's grown
The brook's running clear where the big oaks grow
Listen to screech owls in the place I know
See the shooting stars as darkness grows
Hear the whip-o-will call in the place I know
You can smell the scent of the new mown hay
And see a morning rainbow to start the day
I still hear a friend call, Can you come out to play
And taste the cookie dough before heading on our way
The brook's running clear where the big oaks grow
Listen to screech owls in the place I know
See the shooting stars as darkness grows
Hear the whip-o-will call in the place I know
The place I know seems so far away now
As traffic flows and deadlines are met somehow
Everyone's on a phone with results hard to show
As memories take me back to that place I know
The brook's running clear where the big oaks grow
Listen to screech owls in the place I know
See the shooting stars as darkness grows
Hear the whip-o-will call in the place I know