Aunt Clara kept her Bible Right next to the phone in case she needed a quote 

While she talked to someone 

In my memory she smiles While the blessing is said 

And visions of freeze tag dance in my head 

She says I’ll grow up bigIf I eat all my roast 

I’ll still believe in heaven 

But I won’t believe in ghosts anymore 



I’ll put away childish things 



Every other weekend at the age of thirteen 

With my fishing pole and my Field and Stream 

Ridin’ back home on the Trailways bus 

I looked out the window 

‘Til I saw too much 

And I called my parents by their own first names 

I played in the alley 

But I didn’t play the game anymore 



I put away childish things 



The wolves howl all night long 

They won’t stop and they won’t go home 

Beneath my window they run 

Probably it’ll be alright 

If I keep it all locked up tight And wait ‘til daylight comes 



Now my boy goes like a house on fire 

He’ll never burn out and he’ll never retire 

And I remember when I used to think like that 

When I was young and the world was flat 

But I’m forty some years old now and man I don’t care 

All I want now is just a comfortable chair 

And to sell all my stock 

And live on the coast 

I don’t believe in heavenBut I still believe in ghosts.