From the recording Stone Mountain Drive
An homage to the "childish things" which we have since put away, but which defined who we eventually became.
Lyrics
Lyrics by Rocky Seale and Scott Donehoo
Oh I bored her with tales of our misspent youth
Unspoken middle school vows that stood up as proof
Sprinting across Augusta with barefoot grace
Laughing through the black against the sprinkler’s jagged spray
From a flattened hilltop, we stood watch, as the seasons slipped away.
When I came to be a man, I put all those childish things away,
But take em all together, they add up to roughly who I am today,
and I thank God for childish things, each night I stop to pray.
We’d huddle the next morning, book bags and paper sacks
Winding past colonials and over rusted railroad tracks
Clinging to our books, dodging disapproving looks
Lord of the Flies at lunchtime under rolling Texas skies
All breathless courage, sweat-drenched and unrepentant cries.
When I came to be a man, I put all those childish things away,
But take em all together, they add up to roughly who I am today,
and I thank God for childish things, each night I stop to pray.
Riding black and yellow thunder, like a slingshot through space,
it's a wild ride, my shoes untied, some dirt on my face,
I've got a penny in my pocket for every sweetgum ball I took off of the grass.
I spent it all on candy cigarettes and baseball cared, a fortune never meant to last.
Crammed on bus eighty-two across a bridge lost at times,
Gazing lazily past azaleas, oak trees stretched across the sky
The skateboard park at dusk, bloodied elbows and battered knees
Sprawling across a patch of burnt-out St. Augustine
Tracing ghostly steps back home over memories left unseen.
When I came to be a man, I put all those childish things away,
But take em all together, they add up to roughly who I am today,
and I thank God for childish things, each night I stop to pray.