I miss fields filled up with corn husks I wish I was at a pumpkin patch I miss smelling like a bonfire Nostalgia take me back Where I can live like that When we were kids God created us like this To make memories and ditch Our comparison And live without caring woah, no, woah I miss seeing leaves a fallin' I wish I was in an Irish band, yeah I miss apple donuts callin' Nostalgia hold my hand And bring me back again When we were kids God created us like this To make memories and ditch Our comparison And live without caring son live wild I am called to be a child To a Father's son he mild On a tree He took the death for you and me