When did sanity
Abandon me

When did all she wrote
Move on down the road

When did all worth living for
Cut this child's umbilical cord

When did better luck next time
Find the grass greener on the other side

When did child's play
Take root in much to late

Who put the cap back on the Genie in the bottle
And when did shoulda, cuolda, woulda replace outta

When did the doors we have
Become securely latched

And the other side of the tracks
When did they become the best we ever had