There was a boy

near the old newspaper stand.

There was a boy

that I would listen to as he sang



Will it ever come,

will it ever grasp my heart?

Will it ever come

Like a freedom to a lark?



Crying in the dark,

I think of my girl

Crying in the dark

She used to be my world



I once loved,

as everyone had

I once loved,

but now; it just makes me sad.



She gave me her all,

Too blind; I didn't see.

She gave me her all

To another man she did flee.



Crying in the dark,

I think of my girl

Crying in the dark

She used to be my world



Treasure your dear

give her your love

treasure your dear

like two turtle doves



Crying in the dark,

I think of my girl

Crying in the dark

She used to be my world.



Suicide in the City,

The afternoon news informs

Suicide in the City

My heart is torn.



This just in,

A young man has shot himself

This just in

He was only twelve



Running to the newspaper stand

I curse and swear

Running to the newspaper stand

I hope that he is still there.



I asked the newspaper man

He has finally gone

I asked the newspaper man

and all he did was yawn.