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