When I think back on my childhood
days, and the wild wonderful world
set before me, I sometimes wonder
why I had been lead into such a
fools paradise..
Cotton candy, and roller coasters, yo-yo's
and sling shots.. Really?
Camping in a tent in my back yard with
school buddies with flashlights listening
for any sounds of the boogy man.
School buses and homework gave way
to teenage years, and gradually young
adulthood
And as all dreams must awake, so to
must ferris wheels and bright lights
come to a grinding hault
For the boogyman had been waiting
in the shadows
He had come to kill and destroy and
there was no refuge in camping tents
with bright flashlights
I was now on the run hiding in the
shadows, and paradise had vanished
in the haze
And stooped down in some dirty alley
way I trembled and cried for my
paradise
But through the rain and cold the old
street lamp lighted before my innocent
eyes the world and all its wicked glory
You..were the boogy man.