It seems like only yesterday We played on patterned playgrounds Chasing each other Across a Tuesday afternoon And then we got to thinking Marty and me About pushing the boundaries back So we got out the scissors and paste And cut from life the scenes We'd like to see surrounding ourselves And we put them u p all over And sat back and looked and laughed Until the soft rains came And the pictures started coming down And Marty started crying And I just couldn't tell her That it wasn't so.