There was a boy
Playing on a swing
Deep in love with life

Loving everything

And he'd speak to god

When all alone
Making deals with god
'bout his dreams and hopes


When the night would fall
And he'd lie in bed

Listening to the tunes
Playing in his head


And the boy made a wish,
Prayed to god up high
"let me write a song

Makes the whole world cry
Let me write a song
So tender, sad, and sweet

The kind of song
Drops men to their knees."


Nowhere near a man
He didn't understand...


That to write a song
Makes the whole world cry
Have to hold the hand

Of a friend who dies
Hear your brother curse your name
Watch your mother fade away

While crooks steal your gold
Suffer years being alone


Nowhere near a man
He didn't understand...


That to write a song
Makes the whole world cry
Have to fall in love

Then be denied
Meet hopeless kids
Raised in cruel neglect

Hear animals scream
Tortured half to death


There was a boy
Prayed to god up high
"let me write a song

Makes the whole world cry
Let me write a song
Tender, sad, and sweet

The kind of song
Drops men to their knees."


If i could reach that boy
Before it gets too late
Warn him there are wishes

You should never make

But that boy was me

And it's far too late
Wrote this song in tears
Wrote this song in pain


And now i'm a man
And now i understand

So torn up inside
Just want to cry


I want to cry,... cry... cry
Oh, god, i want to cry
I want to cry