No one tells the lost boy
That it's okay to cry
And it doesn't make you tough
Telling everyone you're fine
No one tells the lost boy
That it's normal to be wrong
And if you don't get your way
There won't be a way to be at all
They come in all ages
They come in all sizes
Fathers and lawyers
Cops and bus drivers
So if you see a man act like a boy, just know
He might be a lost boy
Trying to find his way back home
No one tells the lost boy that
When the girl don't call
It doesn't make him ugly
And it doesn't make him small
No one tells the lost boy
That his dad's a lost boy too
And when he's silent, or when he's violent
No, it's not your fault, that's just what lost boys do
They come in all ages
They come in all sizes
Fathers and lawyers
Cops and bus drivers
So if you see a man act like a boy, just know
He might be a lost boy
Trying to find his way back home