Boy in the Blue

Sometimes I hear music from the quay
A world of words written especially for me
There's an old man who is happy as can be
And an old woman who's trying to paint a tree
But the canvas is just a mess of brown and green
And the boy in the scene, well he's looking rather blue

Boys are killing boys in streets of thunder. What can I say?
Boys who used to shine when they were younger now live in grey
And a when a melting polar bear came crying
They would send him on his way 'cause boys back in the day
Weren't the boys in the blue

Boy in the blue

I was looking at the paint the other day
And kind of hoping that the boy would turn away
But as I get older I find more and more it seems
That the boy in my dreams is the boy in the blue

Boys are sailing sand in calmer weather - time cycles through
Boys who used to kick a ball together play with the new
And as the same old sunset clears the hills
We're sharing nature's gleaming view and the boy in the blue
Does what he was born to do

Boy in the blue

Boys will grow as one in streets of wonder eternally
Boys who used to fight when they were younger start to agree
And when a laughing polar bear runs to them
And he's splashing in the sea near the old man and me
Boys in the blue, we all will be

Boy in the blue

Boy in the blue