Little lost souls, little lost souls
My childhood friends are little lost souls
They tried all the games but
Found none they enjoyed
Now they are all but little lost souls

Little lost souls, little lost souls
Childhood trees full of climbing and glee
Where ropes and feet dangled
Now all cut down to protect more
From becoming little lost souls

Little lost souls, little lost souls
Small precious candies full of good times
Shared amongst the young and the old
A few greedy kids now
Nothing but little lost souls

Little lost souls, little lost souls
We used to be cowboys and indians
Pointing guns at false villains
Leaving scars that won’t heal
Bullet wounds and little lost souls

Little lost souls, little lost souls
Sharp scissors we won’t touch promise mom
To be careful for artist sake
The sharp edges cut too deep
Eyes grow wear and we are little lost souls

Little lost souls, little lost souls
Me and my friends are little lost souls
We tried all the games but
Found none we enjoyed
Now we are all but little lost souls