The Boy - Jack Bruce

You play the changes, watch the stars

Look for new gods and number the years

Since you lost your nerve and let the lady into your head

You fly the snowflakes down and down

And join the circus — you’re the clown

Ut when you’re in the ring your friends have run away and left you for dead

When the boy was born and laughing at the world

Then was day, then was play, then was love

When the sun was young and flying over the sky

Then was day, then was play, then was love

You went to the people played their desp’rate games

You turned your mind all around their rhymes

But your reason had gone, you’re yearning for your lady

They climbed the ladder, they’ve joined the queue

Friends and strangers ignoring you

And now your time and tide is up

The years are rolling away

The boy is old and longing for the night

On his own, cold as stone, he goes down