Paroles: Barbra Streisand. Pieces of Dreams.

Little boy lost
In search of little boy found
You go on wondering, wandering
Stumbling, tumbling ?round, ?round

When will you find
What?s on the tip of your mind
An' why are you blind
To all you ever were, never were, really are, nearly are

Little boy false
In search of little boy true
Will you be ever done
Traveling, always unraveling, you, you

Running away
Could leave you farther astray
And as for fishing in streams, for pieces of dreams
Those pieces will never fit, what is the sense of it

Little boy blue
Don?t let your little sheep roam
It?s time, come blow your horn
Meet them on, look and see, can you be far from home