Lost boy, with the shreds of your shoes on your feet

And the schoolgirls called you a freak

Long gone, with all that you are in a bag

And a paper cup held in your hand

(Watching you fumble, a paper cup held in your hand)



You have your pride, you're standing your own ground

Your dignity will never go

And your mind is pretty sound

You stare at the sun

You screw up you face and then you're done



Lost soul, camped at the side of the road

And the rain rises up through your toes

Brave man, with the egg running down past your nose

All the troubles you've had no one knows

(The future was yours, how it came to this no one knows)

Outside where the traffic cowers

And the past begins to fade away

Tell yourself it's just what the thunder said

So pack up your belongings and stop talking to yourself



All the friends I have, I made you a list

Even if it's true they don't all exist



Slack jaw, will you tell me of all that you were?

And the promises you made to her

Drink up, you can tell me of all that you've seen

While we wait for the light to turn green

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): RICHARD BARBIERI, STEVEN PATRICK WILSON