The story I wrote as a kid So, yeah, I felt so scared Watching the flames crayon red
This kid hung on me too So I had to hide in a church Just me and the town mayor And his son who was handicapped Who wouldn’t be quiet Unless his dad would sing him a song So, yeah, it wasn’t long Before they found out just where we were But I wasn’t mad at that kid at all I just felt sort of sad when his dad said
“Goodnight, boy Go to sleep, boy Shut up, boy, for me”