My childhood was a haze.  Those long and tiring old days 

Playdates on the playground arguing over who's it 

Time than was just a simple daze 

On a rainy day hockey spot-it always won me over 

Running around on the country club pool deck

My childhood was a haze.  Those long and tiring old days 

My knees cut open from a day on the blacktop

Didn’t matter to me as long as my team won

Time than was just a simple daze 

Family dinners without an argument.  That would have been nice

Nothing was right.  Always bad and wrong, than the fight ever night

My childhood was a haze.  Those long and tiring old days

Nights I couldn’t fall asleep to a sound way worse than thunder

The time I wish neither team won

Time than was just a simple daze 

The time I won my body felt as if it was cut from head to toe from the rough blacktop, but it wasn’t 

A game I liked to play was Twister, but it always felt like Twister was playing me 

My childhood was a haze.  Those long and tiring old days

Time than was just a simple daze