Track 7
The Boy in the Yard
From The Still Point
The most tender track on the album - a man returns to the schoolyard where a five-year-old learned to disappear, kneels on the blacktop, and takes the boy home with all his guarded wonder.
Song language: English
Genre: Acoustic Pop, Orchestral Pop
Duration: 0:00
Lyrics
There's a yard I never left, though they tore the old school down Blacktop and a chain-link fence on the cold side of town And a boy still standing in it with his back against the wall Watching all the others playing, being no one, being small He was five when he first learned it, how a name becomes a joke How a circle can be closed to you with words nobody spoke So he got good at being invisible, got good at looking down Got so good at disappearing that no one saw him drown They tore the school to rubble, but the fence is in me still And every room I ever enter has that corner it can fill I'm going back for the boy in the yard Past the years, past the fence, past the bell He's been guarding all the wonder That he never got to tell I will kneel down on the blacktop I will say: I know - I came You were never what they made you And you never earned the blame Take my hand, the gate is open It was open all along Come and show me all your countries Come and teach me all your songs He knows every constellation he invented walking home He has maps of seven kingdoms drawn in pencil, drawn alone He can name the dinosaurs in order, tell you how a planet spins All that light with no one looking - all that world he carried in You were not too strange, too quiet - you were never broken, kid A seed is not a failure for the winter that it's in And nobody gets the last word on a life they never knew Look at us this morning, kid: the gate, the sun, the blue I'm going home with the boy from the yard Hand in hand through the gate, through the years He was never my shame or my secret He's the bravest thing in here All the wonder that he guarded Through the winters, through the fear Was never lost, never wasted It was waiting - and we're here Hey, little one It's me - I made it Take my hand We can go anywhere from here