When you're down and you're feeling lonely
Take a trip to the park on Sunday
Ask The Children
They'll tell you it's all right
The world's out of sight
I'll just look at the things you call problems
And you don't know just how to solve them
Ask The Children
They'll tell you it's all right
The world's out of sight
La, la, la, la
Sunshine in their faces
Hear the sound of laughter
From the treetops where they hide
Cowboys shooting Indians
No one dies
No one, no one, no one dies
It's all right Everything is all right
familiar
Take a trip to the park this Sunday
Ask The Children
They'll tell you it's all right
The world's out of sight
La, la, la, la
Sunshine in their faces
Sunshine in their faces
You'll see sunshine in their faces
You'll see sunshine in their faces