Come On You Lonesome Boys

In the shadow of a carousel
Is a child I remember well.
He sees the lights and the wheels go round,
The horses' hooves barely touch the ground.
In a flat upon the second floor,
His parents argue at the door.
His father shouts and the air turns black,
He walks away and he don't come back.

O, come on you lonesome boys
And throw out your childish toys.
They were not made to last
And your time is fading fast.

Near a gate where the armies pass
He spies and signals with a looking glass.
He sees a girl with golden hair
Watching soldiers march without a care.
He shines a light into her eyes
That sparkle blue like summer skies.
She smiles at him but the crowd is thick,
A hand darts out and she's gone so quick.

O, come on you lonesome boys...

The wheels turn to rust and give you the lonesome blues,
So shake off the dust and put on your walking shoes.
You've got a future they never taught in school,
It's a delusion and you're an illusion too.

Later on, at summer's end
A tragedy befell a friend.
He heard the call of distant stars
And tried to reach them through the bars.
They fall like leaves when autumn calls,
These untamed boys behind the walls.
Their brightness burns us for a while
And leaves us nothing but their smile.

O, come on you lonesome boys...

He got a job in a produce store
Read philosophy and swept the floor.
But every night they played
Just to keep the storms at bay.
Then one day she said,
'The little tube turned red.
I'll keep it if you want,
And if you don't, I'm gone.'

O, come on you lonesome boys...

And so I found myself alone
Walking down the streets of stone,
Looking for another place
Where nobody knows my face.
But even if you hide,
You can't keep those blues inside.
Someone else is going to see
Where you lock your misery.

When you're lying in your bed
Hearing every word they said.
Even when you sing your song,
They'll tell you what you're doing wrong.
But in the middle of the night,
I know I'm doing something right.
With your body by my side
I can hear the end of time.

O, come on you lonesome boys
And throw out your childish toys.
They were not made to last
And your time is fading fast,

So put it behind you and don't be a lonesome fool,
She called you up so dust off your dancing shoes.
You've got a future that wasn't taught in school,
You are the man and you were not born to lose,
So put it behind you and don't be a lonesome fool,
She called you up and you were not born to lose.