An eight-year-old child, grabbed his guitar,
gave him guts, to say his say
Ah this kid sneered like Elvis, for years he swore
he'd be a great big rock star someday
at night he dreamed about flying
in the day he was writing
mining gems of joy, love, and fear
his mother saw her kid exploring
and with a mother's smile and knowing
she whispered gently in his ear
The world is your playground,
so play, play, play
get your feet in the sand, don't ever say you can't
for God's sake take a chance today
don't let the illusion fool you, just sing hallelujah,
don't let the small stuff get you down
The world is your playground
that boy went college, stuck his guitar in a closet
studied business, sold t-shirts to friends
made good grades, made some money
had a girlfriend, ain't funny
we pay for school, but study life in the end
one day a good friend put a guitar in his hands
he said let's strum a song or two
and the music unlocked the blocked doors in his heart
and his mother's words came singing through
The world is your playground,
so play, play, play
get your feet in the sand, don't ever say you can't
for God's sake take a chance today
don't let the illusion fool you, just sing hallelujah,
don't let the small stuff get you down
The world is your playground
Well that boy became a rock star,
traveled all around the world
so far beyond his wildest dreams
Met the love of his life, made a beautiful family
Little Elvis really felt like a king
And when his boys picked up their guitars
started writing their own songs
he knew they'd both be rockstars someday
pulled each of them aside, he said this is your life
I'll be on the sidelines, praying you'll always play
The world is your playground,
so play, play, play
get your feet in the sand, don't ever say you can't
for God's sake take a chance today
don't let the illusion fool you, just sing hallelujah,
don't let the small stuff get you down
The world is your playground
This is a story, an investigation
spun and glazed, sculpted kiln-fired
Woven with the wisdom of my life inspired
always asking Why am I here?
What should I do with my life?
If you want to be free – you're already free
To hide and seek, run and jump, fall or climb
And if you want to dream, then go ahead and dream
If you want to play, then play all the time!
The world is your playground,
so play, play, play
get your feet in the sand, don't ever say you can't
for God's sake take your chance today
don't let the illusion fool you, just sing hallelujah,
don't let the small stuff get you down
Aw the world is waiting
Just patiently waiting
The world is your playground