Wrong Place Wrong Time

Somewhere down the road is a little boy
Sitting in the dirt with his head in his hands
No matter what he does can’t seem to get it right
There no hope for you when you’re not on the winning team
When you’re born in the wrong place and the wrong time
Is there room for one more? Can we get another chance?
Born in the wrong place and the wrong time
«Bring your laughter», he says, «but don’t think anyone is buying»
Somewhere down the road I’m with another girl
Looking for some warmth in a cold, cold world
She wraps her arms around her and won’t even look at you
Curses the day she was born and the wretched one who begat her
When you’re born in the wrong place and the wrong time
There’s no early morning kiss and no hugs before bed
When you’re born in the wrong place and the wrong time
Bring your charity she says but don’t expect any thanks"
Somewhere down the road is a little boy
I see him everyday, and I don’t even know his name