[Verse 1] When I was a little boy I'd ride in the back seat And look out the window With the wind blowing my hair In an open field And we'd stop for ice cream And my father would hold my hand And lift me up To see over the counter [Verse 2] And he said "The ice cream's good" But what I remember is how he held me And he said "The field is nice" But what I remember is how it felt to ride In the back seat With the wind blowing my hair In an open field In an open field [Chorus] And it didn't last long But it felt like it did And it didn't last long But it felt like it did And it didn't last long But it felt like it did And it didn't last long But it felt like it did [Verse 3] And he said "The ice cream's good" But what I remember is how he held me And he said "The field is nice" But what I remember is how it felt to ride In the back seat With the wind blowing my hair In an open field In an open field [Chorus] And it didn't last long But it felt like it did And it didn't last long But it felt like it did And it didn't last long But it felt like it did And it didn't last long But it felt like it did
