Where Do the Children Play?
Well, I think it's fine building jumbo planesOr taking a ride on a cosmic trainSwitch on summer from a slot machineYes, get what you want to if you want'Cause you can get anything
I know we've come a long wayWe're changing day to dayBut tell me, where do the children play?
Well, you roll on roads over fresh green grassFor your lorry loads pumping petrol gasAnd you make them long, and you make them toughBut they just go on and on, and it seems that you can't get off
Oh, I know we've come a long wayWe're changing day to dayBut tell me, where do the children play?
Well, you've cracked the sky, scrapers fill the airBut will you keep on building higherTill there's no more room up there?Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?Will you tell us when to live and will you tell us when to die?
I know we've come a long wayWe're changing day to dayBut tell me, where do the children play?