Golden Child

Everyone's got secrets they don't want to tell

Let one person know and they'll ring out the bell

The town crier's not alone in the high street

But no one really listens, they believe what they want to believe

Expectations of an angel on a man that's hardly stable

You think he's got it all together somehow

Keeping up appearance gives just enough assurance that he'll be alright

He's the right side of the white line

And now he's tongue-tied, lookin' for a good time

He was a golden child, he never cried