Stop the clock, make it stop Where'd it go? I don't know
Stop the clock, make it stop Where is that world? Where did it go?
When I was a young boy, twelve years old Growing up in New York city I could ride the subway by myself Never ever be afraid
Where did it go? And tell me what happened to that world I knew? Is it really gone? How did we wind up in this place instead? Is it really gone?
Now I have a boy who's twelve and a girl who's nine And a son in college and I worry all the time Worry about their future, what will it bring? 'Cause nobody is safe these days
Where did it go? How do we get back to that other place? There's got to be a way How do we undo a thousand mistakes? Gee, there's got to be a way
