Little lost child in a room full of strangers Home is behind you and dead anyway Night dreams have led you across North America Looking for fiddlers you don't have to pay
Known in your home town for freedom and style Envied by those who bow down to the mill You wonder now, how you ever could smile You wonder now, if they envy you still
But don't you worry, little lost child You did what you had to do Don't you worry You're gonna be fine child You're gonna come through I know that you're gonna come through
Little lost child on a street full of dangers Filling your eyes with the tears of lost dreams Downing your colours in hopes of a new hope You feel yourself coming apart at the seams
Now don't you look back while you're feeling the pain What you knew then was the peace of the dead Little lost child, you can't go home again Gone is the shadow who slept in your bed
But don't you worry, little lost child You did what you had to do Don't you worry You're gonna be fine child Gonna come through I know that you're gonna come through
Ah don't you worry, little lost child You did what you had to do Don't you worry You're gonna be fine child Gonna come through I know that you're gonna come throughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
