Two a.m., a southbound junction, takes flight Common sense has lost all function, stranded in the The has flown the nest, he's breaking family ties He recalls his mother weeping her hands held to her eyes His alcoholic father was too drunk to or care That the rod not spared had spoiled this child, his only son and
The city lights have him southward, magnets in his mind the streets are paved with gold and lady luck is kind
The boy only wants 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 they've never found No hearth and home to his own, our fox has run to ground His father taught him right wrong and beat him black and blue Caressed the boy with his clenched fist, the only way he
He never went to school that much he could not disguise The weals and bruises on his legs, the rings around his
He only needed a to help him to shine All he has is a ticket to on the poverty line
He from his gin and Temazapam coma To find while he someone has done him over His things are all or strewn 'cross the floor And he quite recall 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 clad knight of the road, the quest is underway Drawn by glowing lights in the night, and smoke 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, he's wasting our He only needed a to help him to shine
He'll never survive on his own, for he's no son of All he has is a ticket to ride on the line