When was the last time You heard the voices of the children They are trying to get through to you But you won't take the time to listen You've been so wrapped up in yourself If you don't act fast, you'll miss them They want to tell you what they've seen Through eyes so clearly gifted The wonder in the ordinary things You take for granted These voices you've no time to hear Have everything you wanted But you've some notion in your mind The metaphysical grind is food to you So you try to leave your body to find The spirit that eludes you What a waste of time, in time when it's ready It will leave you Oh you're so screwed up The voices of the children. They'll show you how to be alive The basic simple senses They'll lead you through the open fields Where you've constructed fences The voices of the children.