Good Guys And The Villains

Little man in a big world

The land so large and problems so small

Little ears trusting in every word they hear

Some day he’ll work the factory

And grow to be six feet tall

His mother will always see him in his toddler years

He believes in what he sees

And he says what he means

If only everything were exactly like it appeared

Sometimes the outcasts look like trouble

And the enemies look like friends

Oh, it takes a little living to know just where you stand

Little boy with big opinions

One size too small for his adult britches

Thinking he’s got life figured out

All the problems and solutions

Someday, oh someday, he’ll learn to love a woman

And he’ll tell his little man, gosh, women are hard to understand

Oh, he packed his bags (packed his bags)

To catch his train (catch his train)

To find his own way

No one could tell him to stay

It’ll take many times

To realize he still needs advice

And the wisdom of the wise that have gone before

Sometimes the good things and the bad

Are lost in the expectations we have

And it takes a little living to know what really lasts

Young man in a mean world

Politics say?

It seems like you have to earn your happiness

Young man on his white horse

Falling to his hearty corpse

He’s not as invincible as he thought he might be

Oh, he stood and he fell

Good times like heaven and times like hell

Tightening his voice toward the voiceless sky

If there really were higher meaning

Then why do good men die

And the wolves with bad intentions get away with their lives?

Sometimes the good guys and villains

Are dressed in grey opinions

And it leaves us to question where the hero stands