Running Into Walls

In the cold of morning before the rooster dawn
Offer him a blind fold, one last bit of song
No more scattered pieces, no more counting falls and
Running into walls.

He was but a baby, a little less than small
Already up and running as if to hear a call
Just a little human child, barely broken from the wild
Running Into walls.

Get an education, learn the rules of the game
Money and salvation, don't we know it's all the same
Along comes another human child.
Feeling hungry, feeling wild
Running into walls.

Some of us are lucky, born on the good side of the line
But everyone wants that candy, for some it's harder to resign
Along comes a human child, Mad and hungry going wild
Running into walls.

He found himself a gun, power for the kill
Power in the blood, hey this is not for fun
Just a little human child
Barely broken from the wild
Running into walls.

In the cold of morning before the rooster dawn
Offer him a blind fold, one last bit of song
No more scattered pieces, no more counting falls
Running into walls.