Apple Donuts

I miss fields filled up with corn husks
I wish I was at a pumpkin patch
I miss smelling like a bonfire
Nostalgia take me back
Where I can live like that
When we were kids

God created us like this
To make memories and ditch
Our comparison
And live without caring woah, no, woah
I miss seeing leaves a fallin'
I wish I was in an Irish band, yeah

I miss apple donuts callin'
Nostalgia hold my hand
And bring me back again
When we were kids

God created us like this
To make memories and ditch
Our comparison
And live without caring son live wild
I am called to be a child
To a Father's son he mild
On a tree
He took the death for you and me