Poor boy stands upon the free way. Poor boy, would you please go home. Poor boy keep on thinking he's a lucky boy, Trying to find he's place in a world.
It was a market place, where he used to Fade away with an elementary slate. And noone have seen that, but little Sundy, Poor girl, who lived next door. She hasn't time to stop him. No, no, no, She just hasn't time to even think. Now she stares along the street At crimson distant estate car.
And so the story goes, our boy Made noise and came a figure on a stage. Little Sandy heard his song At kitchen radio and started to cry. She thought, that he forgot her, No, no ,no her tears were all in vain. Girl heard the sound of soft drive Of his silver bigger limousine.