CAT STEVENSwhere do the children play? | miles from nowhere | emptying into white

CAT STEVENSwhere do the children play? | miles from nowhere | emptying into white

Well I think it’s fine, building jumbo planes.Or taking a ride on a COSMIC TRAIN.

SWITCH ON SUMMER FROM A SLOT MACHINE.yes, Get what you want to if you want, ‘cause you can get anything.

Where do the CHILDREN play?1

I know we’ve come a long way,We’re changing day to day,

But tell me, where do the CHILDREN play?

Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass.

FOR YOUR LORRY LOADS PUMPING PETROL GAS.And you make them long, and you make them tough.But they just go on and on, and it seems that you can’t get off.

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3Oh, I know we’ve come a long way, We’re

CHANGING DAY TO DAY, But tell me, where do the

children play ?

4WELL YOU’VE CRACKED THE SKY, scrapers fill the air.

BUT WILL YOU KEEP ON BUILDING HIGHER‘til there’s no more room up there?Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?Will you tell us when to LIVE, will you tell us when to DIE?I know we’ve come a long way,

We’re changing day to day, But tell me,

WHERE DO THE CHILDREN PLAY?

5Miles from nowhere Miles from nowhere I guess I’ll take my time

OH YEAH,

TO REACH THERE

6Look up at the mountain

I HAVE TO CLIMB OH YEAH, TO REACH THERE.

Lord, my body has been a good friendBut I won’t need it when I reach the end

7Miles from nowhere Guess I’ll take my time

OH YEAH, TO REACH there

AND I GROPE THROUGH THE WOODSI creep through the valleys‘cause I know when I find it my honey It’s gonna make me FEEL GOOD

8AND I GROPE THROUGH THE WOODS

I creep through the valleys‘cause I know when I find it my honey It’s gonna make me FEEL GOOD

I LOVE EVERYTHINGSo don’t it make you feel sad

‘cause I’ll drink to you, my baby

I’ll think to that, I’ll think to that.

9Miles from nowhere

NOT A SOUL IN SIGHTOh yeah, but

IT’S ALRIGHT

LORD MY BODY HAS BEEN A GOOD FRIEND

But I WON’T NEED it when I reach the end

10I have my FREEDOM

I CAN MAKE MY OWN RULESOh yeah, the ones that I choose

Miles from nowhere

Guess I’ll take my time Oh yeah, TO REACH THERE.

11Miles from nowhere Guess I’ll take my time

Oh yeah, to reach there.

1211 I BUILT MY HOUSE FROM BARLEY RICE Green pepper walls and water ice Tables of paper wood, windows of light

And everything emptying into White.

A simple garden WITH ACRES OF SKY A Brown-haired dogmouse

If one dropped by Yellow Delanie would sleep well at night

With everything emptying into White.

13A sad BLUE EYED DRUMMER rehearses outsideA BLACK SPIDER dancing on top of his eye

Red legged chicken stands ready to strike

And everything

emptying into White.

14I built my house from barley riceGreen pepper walls and water ice...

AND EVERYTHING EMPTYING INTO WHITE

Red legged chicken stands ready to strike

And everything

emptying into White.

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