| "Poor Young Man" | |
| Poor young man sits alone in his house, There in the room as the light fades out, Will ease his mind as the time will allow, What will become of him now? Poor young man in a land unknown, There crying out, knows that he's alone. His tragedy goes unseen somehow, What will become of him now? Save some face, oh poor young man, And spare these graces while you can, And take some pieces of your life, Oh poor young man think twice. Save some face, oh poor young man, And spare these graces while you can, And take two cents from your good advice, Oh poor young man think twice. Poor young man sits alone in his room, Counting his woes (so he hopes we assume), But his tragedy goes unseen somehow, What will become of him now? | |