Lyrics

a young boy clean slate for a dirty world every week tie the shoes show off singing chords how long must he stay in this ditch blinding war for when he stands up he'll stumble around stepping for the one day he'll say the images are gone their filtered through my head they're dropped by the wayside now I am on my way a young boy is now a relatively fine young man he discovers this key can't fit his hand a sheltered life is only good for those to never leave may we be so kind and show ourselves how to see and one day he'll say