Holiday

Poor boy dreams of a brighter place to stay He comes from the walls and he wonders what your name is Lays in the dirt with his face to the sky Smiles at the sun and watches as they fly by "Where ya goin'" they say On a holiday Watching bellies of the planes As they fly away No coins of gold No money in the bank As long as I dream I can still escape I can still escape Raised by the wolves and the guns of the night It's either this or the spoon if you want to take flight So he decides to live without the bright lights Where he watches the sun and smiles as they fly by "Where ya goin'" they say On a holiday Watching bellies or the planes As they fly away No coins of gold No money in the bank As long as I dream I can still escape I can still escape Poor boy dreams with his arms held high Flies over fields, lost in his mind's eye Lays in the dirt with his face to the sky Smiles at the sun and watches as they fly by "Where ya goin'" they say On a holiday Watching bellies of the planes As they fly away No coins of gold No money in the bank As long as I dream I can still escape I can still escape