I Wish I Was A Kid Again,

Get Smart And Nothing Can Touch You.

You Still Have A Lot Of Time To Make Yourself Be What You Want. There's Still Lots Of Good In The World. Tell Dally. I Don't Think He Knows.

All My Life I Wanted Somebody Who Knew More Than I Did To Tell Me The Truth.

Suddenly It Wasn't Only A Personal Thing To Me. I Could Picture Hundreds And Hundreds Of Boys Living On The Wrong Sides Of Cities, Boys With Black Eyes Who Jumped At Their Own Shadows. Hundreds Of Boys Who Maybe Watched Sunsets And Looked At Stars And Ached For Something Better. I Could See Boys Going Down Under Street Lights Because They Were Mean And Tough And Hated The World, And It Was Too Late To Tell Them That There Was Still Good In It, And They Wouldn't Believe You If You Did.

Things Are Rough All Over.