The Kid Inside

There's a kid inside
And I have him with me always
There's a kid inside
Walking down old high school hallways
Where's a kid inside
At a desk, at a dance, in the halls,in the showers
There's a kid inside to this very day
And he makes a try for that high pop fly
That I fumbled one September
And he makes a fuss over some A plus
That I shouldn't still remember
And he goes along
Getting hurt, getting mad, fighting fights that are over
And unless I'm strong
All my senses are carried away
I can feel my hand, my trembling hand
On Michelle's angora sweater
I can hear my band, that awful band
Only now it sounds much better
I can see the kid, the kid I use to be
On the stage, on the field, on the lunch line
I can feel him tugging at me
Every time I think I don't care I blink

And he's there again, he's there again
Fighting ancient wrongs
Humming old hit songs in my head
Singing come along, come along
Come along for the ride
To a time and place
I could not forget if I tried

And I never know, when the breeze'll blow
With a rush of old sensation
Why the kid should wake
And my heart should ache
Everytime I smell carnations
Something rings the bell
Any thing at all
All it takes is a slam of a locker
Or the switch from summer to fall
A change of season seems barely reason

But there he goes, he's there again
Fighting ancient wrongs
Humming old hit songs in my head
Singing come along, come along
Come along for the ride
To a time and place
I could not for get if I tried

There he goes again
Hummin his songs
He's there again
There's a kid inside...
Hummin his songs
Fighting ancient wrongs
Humming old hit songs in my head