Songtexte Back When I Could Fly - Trout Fishing In America

I used to be invisible, a shape-changing magic kid
I could move at the speed of thought and frequently I did
But my greatest accomplishment was a slow and looping glide
I saw the tops of everything back when I could fly
I'd take my daily nap on the highest leafy branch
And follow shooting stars on a comet's fiery lance
I was quite the prodigy when I owned the sky
I never thought I'd have to walk back when I could fly
Keep your eye on the ball, your feet on solid ground
Always sit up straight and tall and never make a sound
In just a few short years, I learned not to be a child
And I forgot the things I had when I was wild

Now, my child, you'll learn arithmetic, coloring, and sports
You'll have a flair for nouns and verbs, and be late with book reports
But in spite of all the rules that bind your wings so tight
I hope you won't forget about the days when you could fly
I'd take my daily nap on the highest leafy branch
And follow shooting stars on a comet's fiery lance
I was quite the prodigy when I owned the sky
I never thought I'd have to walk. I never had to try
Back when I could fly