Little Boy

Life is a collection of memories we keep,
The places and the people that we carry within.
Like that closed cinema in the neighbourhood or the old school, it’s all gone.
The boys you were afraid of, sitting on that bench,
That nerve coming up through your spine, I know how it feels.
So OK, little boy, you’re now a grown up man
And today, little boy, you can’t cast this life away.
Some days I feel the vultures circling, circling around me.
I’ll wait for them, to rise up stronger than a fucking hurricane.
Yeah little boy, you’re now a grown up man
From today, little boy, the future is up to you.
Some days I feel the vultures circling, circling around me.
I will wait for them, to rise up stronger than a fucking hurricane.