paroles de chanson Boy with a Problem (Live in Groningen, Netherlands, 26 March 1978) - Jim Capaldi

Capaldi
He tries so hard to get himself together.
But he′s so weak he couldn't lift a feather.
And it looks as though it′s gonna be bad weather,
When he comes down from the clouds.
His mother said how we should stop his drinking.
He's like a shell on the verge of sinking.
But she don't see his pupils as they′re shrinking,
When he′s away in the clouds.
He's just a boy with a problem he can′t conceal.
He thinks he's controlling his habit.
But soon from this earth he will leave.
He used to be a very happy fellow,
And everything he did was very mellow.
But now his skin is slowly turning yellow,
Looking just like a bad dream.
He used to wear a melody so pretty.
On a silver stair a long way from the city.
But now my heart is so filled up with pity.
What can we do with him now.
He′s just a boy with a problem he can't conceal.
He thinks he′s controlling his habit.
But soon from this earth he will leave.
I'm gonna write a song and send it to him.
And maybe he will see just what I'm feelin′.
I′ve still got love and hope and my affection,
To keep him from fading away.
The earth is pure, its veins are rivers of water.
And man should be as a father to a daughter.
But he does what he likes, because he thinks he's smarter.
Laughing while he injects her with his filth.
He′s just a boy with a problem, lost out in space
Turning into a junkie, look at his face,
What a disgrace.