Texty: America. America's Golden (Bootleg). The Story Of A Teenager.

Boy, please don't throw away your life
All the joy, please don't end it with a knife
'Cause you know there's hope for you

I was alone like the silence in the night
I had no home no one close to hold me tight
But you know there's hope for you, for you

Everywhere I look I see your face
Every step I take seems out of place
You got to be a man to run the race
I'm not a hopeless man
How can you say I am?

I was alone like the silence in the night
I had no home no one close to hold me tight
But you know there's hope for you, for you

Everywhere I look I see your face
Every step I take seems out of place
You got to be a man to run the race
I'm not a hopeless man
How can you say I am