There seem to be no kids anymore, that come at this park,
Only clandestine lovers that hold out for the dark,
There seem to be no more queues at these age old swings,
The scope of this place now means other things.
Nobody rakes fallen leaves, They don't fix the lawns,
Toy trains, spring planes are now all bygones,
On this broken see-saw, we sit, and we stare,
At the secrets these people, and this park now share.
I used to play here, I'm sure this wasn't the rule back then,
But no kids are allowed in now beyond the age of ten,
The end point of your boyhood, has become one decade,
I wish just a notch, they'd have - a little upgrade.
The city has now grown up. The city is in its youth,
On each corner in the park,
Upon each pine bark,
Is engraved, in hard letters, this new, grown-up truth.
The double bars are empty, There's no one on the jungle gym ,
This summer evening is sunny, and my old playspot is grim,
Hot air blows hard, in my eyes it stings,
I discover newer meanings of so many playthings.
Only clandestine lovers that hold out for the dark,
There seem to be no more queues at these age old swings,
The scope of this place now means other things.
Nobody rakes fallen leaves, They don't fix the lawns,
Toy trains, spring planes are now all bygones,
On this broken see-saw, we sit, and we stare,
At the secrets these people, and this park now share.
I used to play here, I'm sure this wasn't the rule back then,
But no kids are allowed in now beyond the age of ten,
The end point of your boyhood, has become one decade,
I wish just a notch, they'd have - a little upgrade.
The city has now grown up. The city is in its youth,
On each corner in the park,
Upon each pine bark,
Is engraved, in hard letters, this new, grown-up truth.
The double bars are empty, There's no one on the jungle gym ,
This summer evening is sunny, and my old playspot is grim,
Hot air blows hard, in my eyes it stings,
I discover newer meanings of so many playthings.