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 there'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 fumble one september and he makes a fuss over some A plus 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 could fell my hand my tremblin hand on the shelf angora sweather I can hear my band that awful band,only now it sounds much better I can see the kid the kid I use 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 again 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 any thing at all all it takes is a slam of a locker of the switch from summer or fall a change in season seems better than reason but there he goes he's there again fighting ancient wrong 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 for get if I try 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