There is so often There is feel in the atmosphere Just a reminder We were all children once Even when you can't stand to look It is impossible to miss We once played there By the swings and the rusty chairs Why do we have to grow up? I can still see us play Back in the shade Of the cottonwood tree In the summer back home in LA We are a waterfall And we crash below But eventually We flow to sea Sand would fill our shoes And we wouldn't bother Instead we would let it slip From one toe over the other And the pavement would scrape When we fell to our knees And the blood formed a line It looked just like limbs on a tree Why do we have to grow up I can still see us play Back in the shade Of the cottonwood tree In the summer back home in LA We are a waterfall We crash below But eventually we flow to sea