Back when I was young,
the air was fresher,
the trees were taller,
and the sun shone down brightly on all of us.
We’d play ball in the springtimes,
have snowball fights in the winters,
and spend our summers at the lake, skipping stones.

Things ain’t what they used to be.

Kids spend all their time inside,
watching TV, on their computers for hours.
Kids these days’d rather play ball on a TV screen
than catch some fresh air on the baseball diamond.
And it ain’t all the kids’ fault, either.
Parents don’t let their kids out to play,
and I guess you can’t blame ‘em.
Can’t turn on the news these days without hearing
about some school shooting,
some innocent kid getting raped or murdered.

Man, things ain’t what they used to be.

Back when I was young,
life was harder.
But we had time to be kids,
to be innocent, carefree.
Kids have to grow up so quick, it ain’t right.
Life was simpler back then.
Sweeter too.

Too bad things ain’t what they used to be.