Oh, what if we   Could pick shells off the beach   Every day of the year      And feel our feet again   And ride our bikes in the streets   All the way to the pire      And what if we   Could spend all our summers   In a tree, in a tree      Like monkeys and birds   And hiding nerds   And young lo-oh-oh-oh-oh-vers   What if we, what if we?      Could have a laughter in the sun   As we go go go go again, around on the roundabout      Just shake our worries off   What if we are still young enough to do that?      And when the fall blows in and the leaves leave us alone   And the rain keeps pouring down on us, then well go back home      What if we could be living it up in a tree?!