Trunk of a Fallen Tree

I look back on the days of a childhood in the country
We were roaming freely in the forest by the creek
Stretched behind that log, playing games of hide and seek
There's more I see than the trunk of a fallen tree

I recall when we stared at the skyline of the city
From a distant hilltop where we rested from the climb
Sitting on a log, breathing in the scent of pine
There's more I see than the trunk of a fallen tree

So many memories in that trunk of a fallen tree

I remember the warmth of your body sitting near me
All the hours of driving from the weekend left us tired
Listening to that log, crackling in the roaring fire
There's more I see than the trunk of a fallen tree