Trapped In the Past

Sometimes I feel lost in the moment Feel like my die is cast And times don’t have the same emotion Must be I’m trapped in the past Seems like there was a lot more love Also a lot less greed If my dad wanted a loan from the local bank A handshake was all he would need Meals were cooked on an old coal stove Clothes on the line in the yard Friday night fights on a black and white TV If you had a nickel, times weren’t hard Holding a sparkler on the fourth of July Sometimes your fingers got burned Honesty and pride in a hard day’s work Were a few of the lessons we learned Holding hot dogs over a campfire Embedded on a stick Burnt marshmallows for dessert Or some blueberries that we’d pick With a piece of branch and a sponge ball A game of baseball we played After working up a sweat We’d have home made lemonade Nothing ever went to waste Financially times were hard But even the leftover bread crumbs Were spread out for the birds in the yard How did the world come to this Not even relationships built to last If I have my choice of lifestyles Dear God, let me be trapped in the past.