## Metadata
**Caption:** funk soul, synthesizer, harmonica, playful, 1976, 108 bpm, male vocal
**BPM:** 84
**Duration:** 180.0s
**Key:** C minor
**Time Signature:** 4

## Lyrics
[verse]
Barefoot summers, sneaking out the door,
Mama's voice still ringing from before,
Sugar candy hidden in my sleeve,
Nothing in the world I had to grieve.

[chorus]
I wish I could turn the whole world back,
Ride that porch swing down a dusty track,
Simple days when trouble was a game,
I wish I could feel that free again.

[verse]
Front yard football, scraped-up knees,
Chasing fireflies beneath the trees,
Every worry was a small mistake,
Fixed by morning when the sun would break.

[chorus]
I wish I could turn the whole world back,
Ride that porch swing down a dusty track,
Simple days when trouble was a game,
I wish I could feel that free again.

[bridge]
Grown-up now with grown-up cares,
But some nights I still climb those stairs,
Back to laughter, back to home,
Back to a heart that never walked alone.

[chorus]
I wish I could turn the whole world back,
Ride that porch swing down a dusty track,
Simple days when trouble was a game,
I wish I could feel that free again.