In a photograph of a boy, before he was tamed 
Live the days of my youth, a kite in a frame. 
When daydreams were magic, the world was aflame, 
I could hear angels call out my name.

I had no need for some new-fangled toy, 
My bike was named “Trigger,” my friends called me “Roy.” 
I looked to the future through windows of joy. 
Man I was something, when I was a boy.

I’d go fly a kite, I’d run, it would rise 
With a tail like a comet, riding high in the skies 
My eyes on the heavens, the world on a string 
A dream coming true on the promise of spring

Now I sit on my deck with a bottle of beer
Counting the days ‘til that boy reappears
I once caught a glimpse of his grin in my mirror
But he vanished from sight, me I’m still here.

What caused his demise we could choose to debate
Did he keep what he’d sown, or give more than he’d take?
All that I know is that a life was at stake
I turned to find him, but it was too late.

I’d go fly a kite, I’d run it would rise
We became strangers, that boy and I
Then all that I loved in this world ran away
And I was reminded of those summer days.

I’ll go fly a kite, I’ll run it will rise
With a tail like a comet, riding high in the skies.
My eyes on the future, the world on a string,
A dream coming true on the promise of spring.