| Did anyone see my last marble | |
| As it rolled out and over the floor? | |
| It fell through a hole in the corner | |
| Of a room in a town on a tour | |
| It's lonely without your last marble | |
| I miss it not rattling around | |
| As I lie in my bed there's a space in my head | |
| Where there used to be colours and sound.. | |
| When I was a child I had marbles | |
| They brought admiration and fame | |
| They were pretty to look at and marbles | |
| Was always my favourite game | |
| We played all the summer days | |
| In the stony alleyways | |
| In the playground after class | |
| We would trade the coloured glass | |
| More valuable than diamonds | |
| More magical than diamonds | |
| Did anyone see.. | |
| Did anyone see.. | |
| Does anyone see? | |
| There were almost four hundred until the black day | |
| I discovered how high they would fly to the sky | |
| If you used them for tennis instead of a ball.. | |
| Zinging glass satellites crueller than fate | |
| Whacked with a racket up into the blue | |
| I'd smashed all the greenhouses on the estate | |
| And a crowd formed a queue at the gate.. | |
| That was almost the end of my marbles | |
| Confiscated, I choked back the tears | |
| I hung onto a handful of favourites | |
| That disappeared over the years | |
| Did anyone see my last marble | |
| I swear that I had it before | |
| Sometimes I think I should go see a shrink | |
| In case he can find me some more | |
| Did anyone see my last marble? | |
| I'd saved it to give it away | |
| Since I was a youth | |
| Now I don't have no proof | |
| Only words | |
| Only words | |
| Only words. |