Stephen Covell The Kid
Nobody liked the kid who was always right
'It's lonely up here on the top,' he thought,
'If only I could get a little conversation
Like the ones I love on the radio station'
Oh, nobody liked the kid always in fights
Bloodied lips and power trips
Caught hell after that night
If only he could get a little faith in learning
I'd go pickin' up the bricks from the bridges he's
burning
And once he found the middle ground
Doors flew open the way we were hoping they would
We all came out to see what the fuss was all be about
Tapped on his shoulder as I pushed through the crowd
But he just stood there in the street smiling at the
clouds
Like a sun flower
Outside the window leaning in
Keeps me up at night
He's my favorite little sin
He's way too bright to look directly at
But he's more than just that
He's my friend
Nobody thought his bluff would amount to much
When he said his goodbyes, all he got back were tired
eyes
'I'm a rock,' he cried
'It's time to roll,' we sighed
Could it be that the world outside this room is just
imagined?
Canvas back drops to hide the life he's trapped in
He's like nothing I've ever seen
So maybe he's just a dream
