Then off we would rambled
With the wind in our hair
It leaves us with memories
While it makes us grow old
When school days were through
Oh, when dreams do come true
One night while traveling
I prayed that my daddy would wait for me there
For the growing young soul
It leaves us with memories
While it makes us grow old
For the growing young soul
It leaves us with memories
While it makes us grow old
While it makes us grow old More from Loggins & Messina