he's a young child again
stained his knees on the grass he's within
carried up in concern
a man before his time what's to learn
it's a cold place for a fire
the bright keep getting brighter he don't care
placed his trust in nothing common
perhaps it will get him lucky wish i might
takes a warm look at the choices
the laughter heard from the voices will it end
all the while there's a symphony on the music box
as i sit behind the keys of my player piano i cry
and in a while faced a man behind a child
and suddenly it hit me your with me
i care
a long way from his home
took the choice to make it his own not alone
a want to fill up his need
a bleak break on the day what to say
it's a cup full of his tasting
bruised his heel just for asking what a tale
if a lie made him regretful
than a true word more insightful just to be
he's a young child again
found a way of letting it in wait and see
