Well, I was a child of faraway dreams
A boy running wild through forests and streams. 
A heart without doubt, in search of the truth, 
I was awash in the fountains of youth. 

But time took its toll and taught me to count. 
It took hold of my soul and threw the boy out. 
And I still don’t know, I still can’t see, 
Did I take the road or did the road take me?

My little red wagon became a red bike 
And suddenly how I had grown. 
I said goodbye to the visions that once ruled my nights 
For I had a dream of my own.

‘Cause before you arrived I dreamed you here.
That look in your eye, your golden hair.
From that night on I’ve always known
That one day you’d carry me home.

My son, like the sun, I can’t count the ways
You’ve lit up my path every time that I’ve strayed.
And all that I asked for is all that you are,
A piece of my past, dust from a star.

Your little red wagon became a red bike
And suddenly how you had grown.
You said goodbye to the visions that once ruled your nights
And you had a dream of your own.

And there’ll come a day when you’ll leave our home 
And I will have faith in the seeds that I’ve sown. 
Maybe you’ll doubt or question the truth 
If there ever was a fountain of youth

But a little red wagon will become a red bike
And you’ll be amazed how he’s grown
His rocking horse visions will again rule your nights
When you have a boy of your own.
And whenever you carry him, you’ll carry me home.