Lost Child

Picked up by the police, only seventeen

What did he do, what did he say?

His father left him as a little boy

His mother turned tricks just to buy his toys

72 hour evaluation

Immediate psychiatric help

But Johnny wasn't crazy

He was just an angry boy

Years later, nothing much has changed

Liquor, drugs and gangs have made him a man

Living in the streets in a world of his own

He stops and watches his heart turn to stone

He's an important person now

He's running with a wayward crowd

But Johnny wasn't crazy

He was just a lonely boy

The pain got too great, an eventual suicide

Fear and anger were trapped deep inside

If only Johnny could have opened up his heart

Then me and Johnny wouldn't never had to part

He's tired of running the vicious circle

He loaded and cocked his .45

But Johnny wasn't crazy

He was just a frightened boy

Oh,

How many Johnnys must there be?

Oh Johnny

How I wish you were here