Bring it back with that bass line 
And let me bust another one of my quetion rhymes 
What ever happend to play in the 
Little kids buildin' castels all they understood 
Thinkin' but not too much about the box where they sat 
Was their world and all that was in it was good 
Playin' all day 'till the street light came on 
And momma call you home for spaghettie and meat balls 
say a little prayer adn a bath good night 
Life so simple return to the next days 
It was back to that sandbox praise 
Sandbox praise 
So dig your hands in the dirt 
Children we play with that earth 
On & on & on 
The question again phrased a little differant 
Whatever happened to my beutiful innocence 
I can't remember when but it faded away 
Got lost along the shuffle bout the 7th grade 
Never know why or when or where it went 
But I'd sure like to find a little bit of innocence 
Soemtimes I have to stop and ask why 
Thing always catchin' up with you and me 'till I die 
Cuz you know they say what you reap you sow 
Yet responsiblity I always seem to throw away in my faith 
Got to get back to the memories