The kids take over now, Bare knuckles, no sorcery, Freckles and dirty mouths, They teach us to be. When did you learn to fly? Bruises and scrapes, countless times, Last when you were a child. Now you're so... What's it you've got to say Now that you're old and gray? What's it you've got to say To my unwashed face? If you're down, Rummage through your Pocket Walt And you will see, There's no routine On weekdays in my childhood dreams And fantasies. Tell your dad To rummage through his Pocket Walt Before he talks. Unclouded eyes, They will see the things we're seeing Differently. Yeah, the kids are alright now, Enough snot to snuffle, Enough places and hideouts, Or hands to build a wall, Bags filled with goo so Black like licorice, And if you wanna get out, You turn deaf-mute-ish. If you're down, Rummage through your Pocket Walt And you will see, There's no routine On weekdays in my childhood dreams And fantasies. Tell your dad To rummage through his Pocket Walt Before he talks. Unclouded eyes, They will see the things we're seeing Differently. When I'm dead You'll find me in my pocket world, Superior To everyone Who missed out to grow up but still Remain a child.