S.O.S.

When I was just a kid I thought everyone was true, how 'bout you'
I'd stand up in school with a hand in my heart - how true, through and through.

And there goes a kid...a kid with a S.O.S.,
There goes a kid...a kid with a S.O.S.

All of my days were spent listening to those around me, what they'd say,
I was taking it in and they were dishing it out, always right - what could I say'

There goes a kid...a kid with a S.O.S.
There goes a kid...a kid with a S.O.S.

I was send to Sunday School and we all learned the golden rule,
Teacher thought we were all real sweet; the kids in the class, we swept her off her feet,
But that was in another time, before confusion has ripped my mind.

There goes a kid...a kid with a S.O.S.
There goes a kid...a kid with a S.O.S.

Ideas here and questions over there, like the leaves in the trees: everywhere,
Climb up in one, and what have you done' - It really doesn't get you anywhere.

And there goes someone...someone with a S.O.S.
There goes someone...someone with a S.O.S.

Years have passed, and lots of things have bounced between me heart and brain,
From army green to down in the drain; no place to go and half insane,
Like the clouds that are full of rain, Jesus came down and spoke my name.

No more alarm because I see you,
No more alarm because I see you,
No more alarm, no more S.O.S.
No more alarm, no more S.O.S.
No more alarm because...