Rotate your point of view. Concrete surrounds you. It used to be a field where we all played. Suspend your disbelief. This world became a thief. To the beautiful things that flourished in your day. That's why I say. Stop stop the world I said. Stop stop stop the world. Because I want to get off. Want to get off. Want to get off. It's making me earthsick. Substitute what is now for what had used to be. Old or new everybody's got to pick. It's making me earthsick. My head keeps spinning. Progress is winning. I don't recognize the place where I grew up. This is no fantasy. The ground beneath your feet. Will soon be a store with things that you don't need. That's why I plead.