 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 probably only sell one It's in my brother, cause we have the same nose Same clothes, homegrown, the stones grow from the creek we used to roam But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered Out of student loans and treehouse homes, we all would take the ladder My mind is blurry, facing the light, care what you think