| Little man in a big world | 
| The land so large and problems so small | 
| Little ears trusting in every word they hear | 
| Some day he’ll work the factory | 
| And grow to be six feet tall | 
| His mother will always see him in his toddler years | 
| He believes in what he sees | 
| And he says what he means | 
| If only everything were exactly like it appeared | 
| Sometimes the outcasts look like trouble | 
| And the enemies look like friends | 
| Oh it takes a little living to know just where you stand | 
| Little boy with big opinions | 
| One size too small for his adult britches | 
| Thinking he’s got life figured out | 
| All the problems and solutions | 
| Someday, oh someday, he’ll learn to love a woman | 
| And he’ll tell his little man, «Gosh, women are hard to understand» | 
| Oh he packed his bags (packed his bags) | 
| To catch his train (catch his train) | 
| To find his own way | 
| No one could tell him to stay | 
| It’ll take many times | 
| To realize he still needs advice | 
| And the wisdom of the wise that have gone before | 
| Sometimes the good things and the bad | 
| Are lost in the expectations we have | 
| And it takes a little living to know what really lasts | 
| Young man in a mean world | 
| Politics say? | 
| It seems like you have to earn your happiness | 
| Young man on his white horse | 
| Falling to his hearty corpse | 
| He’s not as invincible as he thought he might be | 
| Oh he stood and he fell | 
| Good times like heaven and times like hell | 
| Tightening his voice toward the voiceless sky | 
| If there really were higher meaning | 
| Then why do good men die | 
| And the wolves with bad intentions get away with their lives? | 
| Sometimes the good guys and villains | 
| Are dressed in grey opinions | 
| And it leaves us to question where the hero stands |