The Wrong Child

R.E.M.

Green


I've watched the children come and go
A late long march into Spring
I sit and watch those children
Jump in the tall grass

Leap the sprinkler
Walk in the ground
Bicycle clothespin spokes
The sound the smell of swingset hands
 
I will try to sing a happy song
I'll try and make a happy game to play
 
"Come play with me" I whispered
To my new found friend
Tell me what it's like to go outside
I've never been
Tell me what it's like to just go outside
I've never been and I never will
 
And I'm not supposed to be like this
I'm not supposed to be like this
But it's OK
 
Hey, hey, those kids are looking at me
I told my friend myself, those kids are looking at me
They're laughing and they're running over here
They're laughing and they're running over here
What do I do, what should I do?
What do I say, what can I say?
 
I said "I'm not supposed to be like this"
Let's try to find a happy game to play (I'm not supposed to be like this)
Let's try to find a happy game to play
I'm not supposed to be like this, but it's OK, OK

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