When I was just a boy I?d be kicking a tin Take the short cut home through the loony bin I never gave much thought to the souls in there I was just a boy too young to care Well the years go by and you get to see A dream?s not the same as reality Well a dream or two is going to crash and burn And that?s the way that you live and learn   | | % | | | | | % | | | | | Well it was late one night and I woke at two And I lay there thinking the way you do But it?s a long dark night of the soul When those thoughts are turning sad and old And then outside on the empty street I heard the sound of walking feet Well it was just a boy away from home And he was singing the song ?You?ll Never Walk Alone? | | % | | % | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | Fade Out