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Nostalgia is found in Phineas and Ferb
Singing songs with popsicles melting on the curb
Summer days turned to nights with the jokes we’ve all heard
In the tower with the nest listening for the baby bird
The tower that was built by the greatest man in the city
With some help here and there from Dad’s uncle Eddy
On top of that tower I could see the whole town
Or at least more of Springfield than I could see from the ground
It was the most fun unless the slip ‘n’ slide was out
Because that’s greatest invention of the time without a doubt
I also loved sprinklers and drawing on the sidewalk
Except it made me really sad when dad ran over my chalk
But it was still very colorful until it washed down in the drain
Well, everything seemed colorful at least in the memories that remain
But maybe it’s all misconstrued maybe my life was just plain
Was my backyard castle thirty feet high because now that just seems insane
Was my very young stage perfect? No, I remember earning some spanks
But I also recall how Mom and Dad would remind me that they too felt the pains.
But there would seem to be no reason for all of these memories
Especially the niche ones like the Eggless Club or my fear of Toy Story 3
But there are some things that I wish I could keep
Like my Papa’s scarred hand that I held as I fell asleep
Or the look on Meemaw’s face when we made Flat Malcolm that one week
Or the smell of Papa’s closet from when we would play hide and seek.
But all of these things are things I can’t do anymore
But are they only great because they’ll stay in past forevermore
If so, what can I do now, that I’ll miss when it can’t be done?
If so, what can I do now that I will want to teach my son?
Am I being someone now that I’ll be proud to say was me?
Or is there too much lost now that I cannot even see?
I guess I’ve got to face the fact
That I’m so young I’m still in my past
So there’s no reason I should act
Like I’m old and like I’m at the last
Of all my years which weren’t all bad
Minus the surgeries and the casts
I mean, I still have yet to break a bone
Right now I’m just too addicted to my phone
So while it’s good sometimes to look back
There’s still much more ahead to unpack
But here’s a picture through my rear view
Wild stories, there’s some but pretty few
I’ve got a great family, with God’s help we try our best
And I know it’s too cliche to even say but I truly have been blessed.
I mean, I still have yet to break a bone
Right now I’m just too addicted to my phone
So while it’s good sometimes to look back
There’s still much more ahead to unpack
But here’s a picture through my rear view
Wild stories, there’s some but pretty few
I’ve got a great family, with God’s help we try our best
And I know it’s too cliche to even say but I truly have been blessed.
