| 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 |