Day 55: The Boy Without a Soul

It looks like Indian Summer has ended - and we find ourselves dealing with a typical Vancouver autumn day: foreboding, gray, drizzling.

This is a melancholy song for such days - possibly my most personal.

It uses some of my usual friends: Cmaj7, Fmaj7, G, D, Am, and C.

"The Boy Without a Soul"

There he goes, the boy without a soul
Sitting quietly on his own, watching people go
Here he is, the boy without a soul
Never feeling anything, letting chances go

But he has a dream that he can be
In touch with every living thing
And see all that they see
And feel all that they feel

Believing there's a place under the sun
For one, such as he must be
A boy alone forever
Gazing through the window helplessly

(short instrumental break)

Still he waits, the boy without a soul
Faces come, and then they go - still he sits alone and silent
What does he want? The boy without a soul
There's a world full of wonders - all he has to do is step outside

And see people living lives
With hopes, and pain and joy
It's not hard for him to join them
If he takes a step and goes outside

But still he waits in his dark room
Perhaps it's best to go to sleep
Quietly killing time till death
He is the boy without a soul

(repeat music and fade out)

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Copyright: Croftonsongs, 2003