Sidewalk children hiding from the paper people shadows
Run away from mom and dad because nothing really matters.
The preacher man he comes outside and you know you’re looking for a place to hide
before he steals away your soul and you’ve got nowhere to go.
If you don’t know where you’re going, then you don’t know where you’ve been.
And the world is getting closer to the end.
Little boy he blew, but the dog and the spoon won’t dance in the sky.
Fairy tale dreams in a fairy tale world.
There’s no more broken hearts or innocence in this world.
© Michael Salamone – Salatone Recordings – Michael Salamone Publishing
