He's a young boy, some say he's grown up the wrong way. Whose to say if it's the wrong way, tell me, whose to say if it's the right way today. He's a small boy, but it doesn't matter cause he's got a big heart. No it doesn't matter cause ya know he thinks smart, so he'll keep on plugging away
Ohh, and if I could stay I'd stay to play the day away. And if I could touch your heart, than everything else could fall apart, Ya fall apart to tiny little pieces on the floor.
He was caught, dancing thru the desert with a sitar. Blind as a bat but knew he'd get far, the light seemed to shine his way everyday. And he knew, that once he grew he'd do what he knew... and play that sitar till he turned blue, maybe strike a soft spot in just a few of you.
Ohh, and if I could stay I'd stay to play the day away. And if I could touch your heart, than everything else could fall apart, ya fall apart... Oh and there's a thousand ways to say what's right for me today, and if I wait, than it just mighnt be too late. Ya it just mighnt be too late.
All Lyrics copyright 2007 Donny Fausner