When I was a child I’d lose my connection
In the summer on every weekend
I hated the schedule, I wasn’t a fan
I thought I was missing most everything grand

Arriving back home made matters much worse
The answering machine sounded more like a curse
I couldn’t keep friends, I couldn’t pretend
But the gift I was given I did not comprehend

I could've gone out, left my longing behind
But I’d sit and I’d pout in front of the TV inside
It should've been wonderful, it should've been my reprieve
But it was a present I wasn't ready to receive

So as life moves on, I'll remake the past
My phone in a drawer, my feet in the grass
I will find the connection I was made for
The one where less is truly more