Norman Rockwell World

There’s two boys skipping stones
On a lazy river bank
Mama’s cooking in the kitchen
Supper table giving thing
And grandpa stands with pride
As Old Glory is unfurled
They’re on the front porch rocking
In a Norman Rockwell world
Got a radio flyer
And I’m racing 'round the square
There’s a crowd inside the five and dime
The barer’s cutting hair
And the mom and pop’s shop
Is full of boys and girls
Living breathing easy
In a Norman Rockwell world
They’re just colors on a canvas
Of simple bygone days
But they paint the perfect picture
Of a time that we’ve let fade
These days my life
Is spinning like a frantic tilt-a-whirl
What I wouldn’t give to live
In a Norman Rockwell world
Outside my office window
Down on the busy street
People push and shove
And they rush, they don’t speak
When my heart gets heavy
And those dark emotions swirl
I close my eyes and dream that
I’m in Norman Rockwell’s world
They’re just colors on a canvas
Of simple bygone days
But they paint the perfect picture
Of a time that we’ve let fade
These days my life
Is spinning like some hell-bent tilt-a-whirl
What I wouldn’t give to live
In a Norman Rockwell world
What I wouldn’t give to live
In a Norman Rockwell world