Bring it back with that bass line
And let me bust another one of my quetion rhymes
What ever happend to play in the
Little kids buildin' castels all they understood
Thinkin' but not too much about the box where they sat
Was their world and all that was in it was good
Playin' all day 'till the street light came on
And momma call you home for spaghettie and meat balls
Say a little prayer adn a bath good night
Life so simple return to the next days
It was back to that sandbox praise
Sandbox praise
So dig your hands in the dirt
Children we play with that earth
On & on & on
The question again phrased a little differant
Whatever happened to my beutiful innocence
I can't remember when but it faded away
Got lost along the shuffle bout the 7th grade
Never know why or when or where it went
But I'd sure like to find a little bit of innocence
Soemtimes I have to stop and ask why
Thing always catchin' up with you and me 'till I die
Cuz you know they say what you reap you sow
Yet responsiblity I always seem to throw away in my faith
Got to get back to the memories
