The Old Playground Songtext
von Bruce Hornsby & the Range

Walking on the sidewalk, round ball under my arm
Everybody knows how you play is who you are
Walking down the road, looking for a game or two
Real moves come through, no matter what they′re gonna do
It's down to you

Take me to the old playground
Where the old ones rule
And the young ones do their time
Take me to the old playground
Where the talk is cheap
And the restless stalk that baseline

The old sage frowns, he says, "Pass it on around"
But all-world junior′s pulling up from downtown
For some, it's a way out, for some, it's a way in
Most of us don′t even care
We′re just looking for another gym to get in


Take me to the old playground
Where the old ones rule
And the young ones do their time
Take me to the old playground
Where some play from dreams
And the rest just play for the pride

The old man said, "Stop running with those boys"
But they know what to do, and their folks don't mind the noise
Say hey now, everybody′s gonna get along
Just call your own fouls when you break the rules
If you make it, you take it, so make your move

Take me to the old playground
Where the old ones rule
And the young ones do their time
Take me to the old playground
Where the talk is cheap
And the restless stalk that baseline