The story I wrote as a kid,
So yeah, I felt so scared
Watching the flames crayon red.

This kid hung on me too.
So I had to hide in a church,
Just me and the town mayor,
And his son who was handicapped.
Who wouldn't be quiet,
unless his dad would sing him a song.
So yeah, it wasn't long
Before they found out just where we were.
But I wasn't mad, at that kid at all.
I just felt sorta sad when his dad said

"Goodnight, boy.
Go to sleep, boy.
Shut up, boy, for me."

Then the troops rush in..