Two a.m., a southbound junction, takes flight Common sense has all function, stranded in the night The albatross has flown the nest, he's breaking ties He recalls his mother weeping with her hands to her eyes His alcoholic was too drunk to know or care That the rod not spared had this child, his only son and heir
The city lights have pulled him southward, magnets in his Where the streets are paved with gold and lady is kind
The boy only wants some attention, wasting our time He'll never survive on his own, for no son of mine
There's thousands more just like him, seeking love they've found No and home to call his own, our fox has run to ground His father him right from wrong and beat him black and blue Caressed the boy with his fist, the only way he knew
He never went to school that much he could not disguise The weals and bruises on his legs, the rings around his
He needed a family to help him to shine All he has is a ticket to ride on the poverty
He from his gin and Temazapam coma To find he slept someone has done him over His things are all missing or strewn the floor And he can't quite the events of the evening before
As race by, our young prince waits, behind his cardboard shield An Oxfam crown upon his head, his thumb a sword to A shoddy clad knight of the road, the is underway Drawn by glowing street lights in the night, and by day
The lights have pulled him southward, magnets in his mind Where the streets are paved with gold and luck is kind
The boy only wants some attention, he's wasting our He only a family to help him to shine
never survive on his own, for he's no son of mine All he has is a ticket to ride on the line