Lyrics
We found old boards behind the shed
An old steel hammer, rusted head
No blueprint but a shared belief
We could leave our problems down beneath
We hauled up boards with tangled rope
Each plank a promise, nail a hope
Barefoot, bruised, and full of might
We built a home that felt so right
The boards were bent, the nails were few
But it held more dreams than grown-ups do
We didn't need a perfect frame
It's where our yesterdays remain
Knock three times then password 'kings'
We ruled the world of made-up things
No locks, no rules, no "go to bed"
Just stars and stories overhead
The ladder creaked like it could break
But every climb was worth the ache
We made a pact inked in blood
And swore we'd never not be buds
The boards were bent, the nails were few
In that treehouse we built our tight-knit crew
That scrappy tree fort became our glue
And held us firm as seasons flew
The years have pulled us different ways
With heavier steps and busier days
But when we meet up, it's clear as day
The kid in us still wants to play
The treehouse stands through wind and rain
Its walls still echo our old games
The boards were bent, the nails were few
But it held more dreams than grown-ups do
We've grown, but not too far apart
Still carrying our childhood hearts
It held our laughter and our truth
That treehouse built was our youth
Time moved on and so did we
But that old treehouse still holds the key
It was, and is, the heart of me