🎶 Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young
How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from?
I'd make a candle out of it, if I ever found it
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one
It'd be to my brother, cause we have the same nose, same clothes,
Home grown, the stone's throw from a creek we used to roam
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered.❤