Missing

Never knew why he would fall victim to five-dollar highs Bending his stories, inventing new lies - telling of cancers One way to avoid questions and answers Chorus And Karl, he's lucky He's learned how to fly By keeping his knees on the ground The most likely one to achieve Such a high And Karl is missing tonight What can I say to his poor father He calls every day - looking for clues There's no gingerbread trail for him to follow The candy man's come and taken his son And Karl, he's lucky He's learned how to fly By keeping his knees on the ground His face in the dirt And his friends by his side And Karl is missing tonight