Lyrics
In a photograph of a boy, before he was tamed
Live the days of my youth, a kite in a frame.
When daydreams were magic, the world was aflame,
I could hear angels call out my name.
And I had no need for some new-fangled toy
My bike was named “Trigger,” and my friends called me “Roy”
I looked to the future through windows of joy
Man I was something, when I was a boy.
I’d go fly a kite, I’d run, it would rise
With a tail like a comet, riding high in the skies
My eyes on the heavens and the world on a string
A dream coming true on the promise of spring.
Now I sit on my deck with a bottle of beer
Counting the days till that boy reappears.
I once caught a glimpse of his grin in my mirror
But he vanished from sight, me I’m still here.
What caused his demise we could choose to debate.
Did he keep what he’d sown, or give more than he’d take?
All that I know is that a life was at stake.
I turned to find him, it was too late.
I’d go fly a kite, I’d run it would rise .
We became strangers, that boy and I.
Then all that I loved in this world ran away.
I was reminded of those summer days.
I’ll go fly a kite, I’ll run it will rise
With a tail like a comet, riding high in the skies
My eyes on the future and the world on a string.
A dream coming true on the promise of spring.