when I was young
and I was poor
no one wanted me
there were no open doors
all the girls
they were running around
seeking mister charming
but I was not the one
but in those days
I stood my ground
I never owed a single cent to anyone
I was free
I had my plans and dreams
but where did that boy go
I had few friends
no reputation
no guarantees
few good relations
abandoning his mission
turning cash into trash
behind bars of shaded truths
is where I found him at last
and all that was left when he died
was just another guy
he couldn't have grown old
I heard he sold his soul
he sure never won no gold
so where did that boy go