Al Yell - In The Playground lyrics

Restless and wanting to know just how to seize the day

The dreamer quietly stumbles to find his way

But the desert is endless and he is so small

He never wanted to be here at all he says,

"If I have a maker let me look in his eyes.

With my mortal hands I'll tear off his disguise."

His neighbor is tending his wee-little garden

And the stability of his mind does depend

On the blooming appearance of his flowers in Spring

If they should wither he'd lose everything and

His title of King of Suburbia would lay

Deep in the snow of a cold wintry day

Believe what you will as we're just passing by

We can't change the world but we can change our minds

And eventually we must leave it all behind

The mother of a newborn child can't shake off her aging distress

Attempt to recapture her faded youth, slips into an old dress

But the mirror before her never dies, reluctantly greets it with watery eyes

And she sees in it only her young baby boy. Her life is hers no more.