There's a young man living on the street
A far away look in his eyes
What he wouldn't give for something warm to eat
And somewhere safe where he could lie
His hair is matted and his shoes are worn
His clothes they've all seen better days
He looks like he is lost like alls forlorn
Like part of him has gone astray
And who will come if he should call
Help him up if he should fall
Who will take his side give him back his pride
Who can see him standing tall
Who can love him warts and all
There's a young man in a photograph
So full of life and full of pride
His eyes are bright and his smile is warm
A band of brothers by his side
He said when he was young a soldier he would be
He thought the life would suit him well
He always dreamed of seeing foreign lands
But then he found himself in hell
And who will come if he should call
Help him up if he should fall
Who will take his side give him back his pride
Who can see him standing tall
Who can love him warts and all
It seems a lifetime's passed since he stood so proud
Another place another time
'Cause in the fog of war beneath its darkest cloud
He lost his soul and lost his mind
So who will come if he should call
Help him up if he should fall
Who will take his side give him back his pride
Who can see him standing tall
Who can love him warts and all
So there's a young man living on the street
A far away look in his eyes
And in the corner of some foreign field
A part of him got left behind
A part of him got left behind