Oh Boy

In spring they cast their feathers, I've been told But all the radicals Are growing old. At night things cast no shadow That's a lie. Like all the things that mother tells It's hard to get by Now open your eyes, sweet prince Oh, you've been lost ever since That day One hand on the holster At all times Oh my lonely rider (They won't grant you your luck) And open your eyes, Sweet prince Just know that you've been loved Ever since. No, (you know you don't need Their flak) Just throw all that weight Off your back And go home