Fire, Fire, Fire burning gold,
Better get those waggon wheels a-turnin’,
Fire, Fire, Fire in the hold,
Better get a bucket boys, she’s burnin’.

The devil himself is shippin’ to sea,
He’s settin’ out to follow me,
He’s got his black flag flowin’ free,
The devil himself is shippin’ to sea!

Fire, Fire, Fire burning gold,
Better get those waggon wheels a-turnin’,
Fire, Fire, Fire in the hold,
Better get a bucket boys, she’s burnin’.

Hot sun, lazy days,
Day dreamin’ in the summer haze,
Slowin’ down and losing track of time.

Warm nights an ice cold beer,
Nothing but the crickets singing in my ear,
It feels good to be back home again.

It’s been too long since we came back to where it all began,
Just two kids falling in love,
Makin’ plans to run away and start a life out on our own,
It was all so long ago,
But there’s no place quite like home.

Married now, with a couple a kids,
Oh time flies but that’s the way it is,
Where did those 25 years go?

Sometimes going back,
Is the only way to keep your present day on track,
You need to see how far you've come.

It’s been too long since we came back to where it all began,
Just two kids falling in love,
Makin’ plans to run away and start a life out on our own,
It was all so long ago,
But there’s no place quite like home.

I look at the sun,
And I know it’s gonna be one of the days,
That takes me right back to when I was young,
Dreaming through the summer haze.

When nothing was scary, I could do anything.
Loving to cartwheel and dance in the rain,
Pulling up daisies to put in a chain,
Laughing for hours and rolling down hills,
Climbing the trees at the old farmer's mill.

These are the days I remember,
These are the days I miss,
When young and free was all I had to be,
And reality didn't exist.

Stuck on the train riding to work again,
Life on a one-way street,
My only escape is to pause and replay,
Like a memory played on repeat.

When nothing was scary, I could do anything.
Loving to cartwheel and dance in the rain,
Pulling up daisies to put in a chain,
Laughing for hours and rolling down hills,
Climbing the trees at the old farmer's mill.

These are the days I remember,
These are the days I miss,
When young and free was all I had to be,
And reality didn't exist.

Take me back to being young,
Take me back to being young,
Take me back to being young,
Take me back to being young.