Album Name : The Blenders
Release Date : 1995-06-01
Song Duration : 3:53
Blenders Charlie Anyboy
Saturday morning's paper before me
All is laid out in black and white
One little story lost on the last page
Told of a Charlie Anyboy
Charlie was only nine in the story
Lived in suburban Anywhere
Parents ignored him, oh but adored him
So read the life of Anyboy
Late winter morning, outside they're playing
Break from the daily write 'n read
Charlie was off from the others with Billy
Friends since the start of second grade
Billy showed Charlie a toy that was heavy
One he hoped daddy would not see
Neither had seen one quite of this caliber
Only in cop shows on TV
What a frozen day for the boys to play
Such a stillness in the air
And the sun didn't shine on that kid, barely nine
Was he chosen?
It's not fair
Twelve o'clock sound rang out in the playground
Telling the kids to run inside
Everyone scattered, which way didn't matter
As Charlie stumbled and fell behind
Charlie lay silent, peace was beside him
Children looked on in disbelief
They hadn't seen such a sight of this caliber
Only in cop shows on TV
What a frozen day for the boys to play
Such a stillness in the air
And the sun didn't shine on that kid, barely nine
Was he chosen?
It's not fair
How my heart is filled with a permanent chill
As I think of Charlie lying there
Someone's son, barely nine
How it could have been mine
I'm so tired of the same cold stories
I don't think Mother Nature intended
For Charlie to leave the world today
I don't think Mother Nature intended
For Charlie to leave the world this way
