Looking out the door
I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
Maybe I'm too young
To keep good love from going wrong
But tonight, you're on my mind
Broken down and hungry for your love
With no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child?
You know how much I need it
Too young to hold on
Too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away
When he feels like he should be having his fun
Much too blind to see the damage he's done
And sometimes a man must awake to find that really he has no one