He's a young child again
Stained his knees on the gra** 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
Wait