The Kid Inside

There's a kid inside

And I have him with me always

There's a kid inside

Walking down old high school hallways

Where's a kid inside

At a desk, at a dance, in the halls, in the showers

There's a kid inside to this very day

And he makes a try for that high pop fly

That I fumbled one September

And he makes a fuss over some A+

That I shouldn't still remember

And he goes along

Getting hurt, getting mad, fighting fights that are over

And unless I'm strong

All my senses are carried away

I can feel my hand, my trembling hand

On Michelle's angora sweater

I can hear my band, that awful band

Only now it sounds much better

I can see the kid, the kid I used to be

On the stage, on the field, on the lunch-line

I can feel him tugging at me

Every time I think I don't care, I blink

And he's there, he's there again

Fighting ancient wrongs

Humming old hit songs in my head

Singing come along, come along

Come along for the ride

To a time and place

I could not forget if I tried

And I never know, when the breeze'll blow

With a rush of old sensation

Why the kid should wake

And my heart should ache

Everytime I smell carnations

Something rings the bell

Anything at all

All it takes is a slam of a locker

Or the switch from summer or fall

A change of season seems barely reason

But there he goes, he's there again

Fighting ancient wrongs

Humming old hit songs in my head

Singing come along, come along

Come along for the ride

To a time and place

I could not forget if I tried

There he goes again

Hummin' his songs

He's there again

There's a kid inside

Hummin' his songs

He's there again

There's a kid inside