Lyrics

In Troubled Times
[©William Livesay]

He grew up fatherless maybe even motherless
She didn't gave a damn
No arms to wrap around him no love to surround him
when he needed them
He’s a runaway unspooling like a thread
To find the answers to the questions only he can put to bed
A youth gone wild in troubled times
Standing by a barrel of fire on a cold night winter storm
Or a newspaper blanket on a bus stop bench
Can't keep him warm
The game of life is for grownup shoes
And the odds are fifty-fifty that he's gonna lose
A youth gone wild in troubled times
When slings arrows start to fly
The right is wrong and wrong is right
The push, the pull, the compromise
The good and bad that money can buy
Make it hard to walk that straight and narrow line
When a youth goes wild in troubled times
Hustled by the man child selling dope and honest lies
If not for the grace of God he could not survive
When slings and arrows start to fly
The right is wrong and wrong is right
The push, the pull, the compromise
The good and bad that money can buy
Make it hard to walk that straight and narrow line
When a youth goes wild
When a youth goes wild
When a youth goes wild in troubled times