You
are in my heart and on my mind, just stopped in to say hello.
Oh Doll, you remembered me.
Always.
Foggy
morning.
Asked
you one day, “where have you been?”
Not
much of anywhere you replied.
“Never
been to London?”
“Never
been to Paris?”
No
and no, you replied.
Been
to Alaska on a cruise ship
That’s
about it, you said.
I
suggested that you apply for a passport.
Where
would I go, you asked.
“It
doesn’t matter,
If
you have a passport you can dream.”
I
would send you links to webcams,
This
one is the Eiffel Tower in Paris.
You’d
click on it, “Wow, that’s live?”
Excited,
“You can see the people walking around.”
Your
computer became your window to the world.
Tunes
in the morning to start your day.
Messages
of encouragement, friendship and love.
And
views of the Eiffel Tower in Paris.
With
a passport you can dream.
Have a tune for you today ... from 1972, Harold & Maude, enjoy
Well
I think it's fine, building jumbo planes.
Or taking a ride on a cosmic train.
Switch on summer from a slot machine.
Yes, get what you want to if you want, 'cause you can get anything.
I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?
Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass.
For your lorry loads pumping petrol gas.
And you make them long, and you make them tough.
But they just go on and on, and it seems that you can't get off.
Oh, I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?
Well you've cracked the sky, scrapers fill the air.
But will you keep on building higher
'til there's no more room up there?
Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?
Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die?
I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?
Or taking a ride on a cosmic train.
Switch on summer from a slot machine.
Yes, get what you want to if you want, 'cause you can get anything.
I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?
Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass.
For your lorry loads pumping petrol gas.
And you make them long, and you make them tough.
But they just go on and on, and it seems that you can't get off.
Oh, I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?
Well you've cracked the sky, scrapers fill the air.
But will you keep on building higher
'til there's no more room up there?
Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?
Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die?
I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?
