The Playground Quest

(ooh) Rust on the swings and the grass grows tall

We used to jump from the top of the wall

Now the gate is locked,

the paint is dry

Underneath the wide open autumn sky

Do you remember how we used to run?

Chasing our shadows in the fading sun (ahhh)

Is the playground still waiting there?

With the quiet laughter in the chilly air?

Have we outgrown the places we knew?

Or is the playground waiting for

you?

Found a name carved in the old oak tree

Initials fading, hard to see

Time is a river that carries us fast

Leaving the anchors deep in the past

Is the playground still waiting there?

With the quiet laughter in the chilly air?

Have we outgrown the places we knew?

Or is the playground waiting for

you?

We grew up but we didn't go far

Looking for the swings under the evening star (ooh-ooh-ooh)

Still waiting there...

Under the evening star