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