Met a bum from the city of brotherly love He moved south a few years ago Had a wife, kids and a nice house Made a good living teaching bright young minds to grow One fall after cla** was done A kid pulled his card so he pulled his gun See he left her nerves deep in the jungles of Nam Now his job and his kids and his wife are gone What a life What a waste What a shame What he lost he could never find What he said he could never take back What he did he could never change What he knew he could never forget What he lost he could never find What he said he could never take back What he did he could never change What he knew he could never forget Never forget I heard about a junkie strung out from youth The tracks on his arms told the tales of abuse See his drug of choice was just getting high Then he found religion and he changed his life After four years sober, started leading a group Showing those like him how to find the truth Then one night on a downtown high rise He took his last hit and he tried to fly What a life What a waste What a shame What he lost he could never find What he said he could never take back What he did he could never change What he knew he could never forget What he lost he could never find What he said he could never take back What he did he could never change What he knew… Skeletons that we all hide, buried deep within Often they will come alive, become our own demons Skeletons that we all hide, buried deep within They come alive; they come alive, become our own demons Skeletons, Demons Skeletons, Demons What he lost he could never find What he said he could never take back What he did he could never change What he knew he could never forget What he lost he could never find What he said he could never take back What he did he could never change What he knew he could never forget Never forget He could never forget Never forget