The Boy
Vashti Bunyan
[Verse 1]
He sat on the doorstep
With his arms around his knees
Watching the passers by and wondering why
They don't see what he sees
[Verse 2]
He watched from the window
With his hands over his ears
Listening to all the words he'd ever heard
You don't hear what he hears
[Verse 3]
He stands on your doorstep
With his life under his feet
Arms full of roses, watchfulness
He'll be what he will be
