Two a.m., a southbound junction, takes flight Common sense has all function, stranded in the night The has flown the nest, he's breaking family ties He recalls his mother with her hands held to her eyes His alcoholic father was too drunk to know or That the rod not spared had this child, his only son and heir
The lights have pulled him southward, magnets in his mind Where the streets are paved with gold and lady is kind
The boy wants some attention, he's wasting our time He'll never on his own, for he's 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 clenched fist, the only way he
He never went to school much 'cause he could not disguise The weals and bruises on his legs, the rings his eyes
He only needed a family to help him to All he has is a to ride on the poverty line
He stirs from his gin and Temazapam To find while he slept someone has him over His things are all missing or strewn the floor And he can't quite recall the of the evening before
As cars by, our young prince waits, behind his cardboard shield An Oxfam crown upon his head, his thumb a sword to A clad knight of the road, the quest is underway Drawn by glowing street lights in the night, and by day
The city lights have pulled him southward, in his mind Where the are paved with gold and lady luck is kind
The boy only wants some attention, wasting our time He only needed a family to help him to
never survive on his own, for he's no son of mine All he has is a to ride on the poverty line