Rotate your point of view   Concrete surrounds you   It used to be a field where we all played   Suspend your disbelief   This world became a thief   To the beautiful things that flourished in your day   That's why I say   Stop, stop the world I said   Stop, stop, stop the world   Because I want to get off   Want to get off   Want to get off   It's making me earthsick   Substitute what is now for what had used to be   Old or new, everybody's got to pick   It's making me earthsick   My head keeps spinning   Progress is winning   I don't recognize the place where I grew up   This is no fantasy   The ground beneath your feet   Will soon be a store with things that you don't need   That's why I plead