Troy

I wouldn't call Troy and I close But we always made a point to say hello I'd see him on his bicycle Almost every day I'd smile and he'd wave We'd both go about our day It's far too often I find the children of my school days Have tucked themselves away Safe and hidden In the hills from which they came Where they think they cannot lose or fail If it wasn't about our neighborhood We hadn't much to say Though he lived around the corner It was a very different place Troy was lost to circumstance He never found his way It's the universe that's wicked If there's anyone to blame It's far too often I find the children of my schools days Have tucked themselves away Safe and hidden In the hills from which they came Where they think they cannot lose or fail This was fifteen years ago But I still visit home And I'm sure to wave hello To Troy upon his bicycle