Little Eddie

There are nights when I'm in my bed

Fear, like a freight train, runnin' through my head

Watch a man in the county seat

Bring a gavel down and he looks like me

Little Eddie stares at the corn all day

He says, "wonder how God makes it grow that way"

They say, "watch that weird kid wase away his life

He's one of those Kline boys and you know what they're like"

Ooh, take me away to another world that doesn't think that way

Ooh, take me away to another world

Last September, it was late one night

Eddie's on a hilltop and he's listening to a fight

Finds a young girl, well, she's younger than most

Left with a blank stare, given up her ghost

He touches her lips and shuts her eyes

Pulls the knife out and begins to cry

Look at Eddie standing in the moonlight

That weird little kid's got a switchblade knife

Ooh, take me away to another world that doesn't think that way

The hour arrives and the time is at hand

Eddie gets up and he walks off the stand

Stares at the jury sitting row by row

Wonders why god ever let them grow

Ooh take me away to another world that doesn't think that way