Children swarm the blue swings and the downward sloping red tubes
As if they were ants with glucose habits placed near sugar cubes

And when I scrape my knees
For I will scrape my knees- it's bound to happen
Will you kiss them, will you kiss them better?

You can find me in the swamps
I’ve sharpened my teeth and I’ve sold my shoes
Been sleeping in the sultry sun
Arms rawed red with the swinging blues

And when my heart gets hurt
For my heart will get hurt- it’s bound to happen
Will you mend it, will you make it better?

And if I can’t go on
I mean if I get stuck
Will you hold my, oh will you hold my hand?