Little Boy

He runs to the street and his socks fall down 
And his eyes, they burn as they touch the ground 
The baseball glove won’t hide the pain 
There’s no one here today 

He runs to the house and he looks for food 
He feels so bad but he knows he’s good 
He lays down on the kitchen floor 
He ain’t hungry no more 

Little boy lost 
Little boy lamb 
How much does it cost to understand 
Little boy say, oh why do you cry 
And how much will you pay to know why, huh, how 

Some time that night he wets his bed 
And his dreams play tricks inside his head 
He wakes up cold, turns on the light 
There’s no one here tonight, oh