You were born to raise a dreamer
And that’s exactly what you got
Pay no attention to his lack of attention
But baby, let me tell you what
That last child is dying to please
How come you always cut him down
That last child is basically good
That last child is misunderstood
He’s lost himself in the tall grass
Between the sidewalk and the curb
Growing out like a wild weed
Which you need not disturb
I’ve seen him down by the schoolyard
Singing those old time last child blues
That last child is basically good
That last child is misunderstood
Maybe you were young once
But you were not young enough
You try to scare that dream away
But baby, you’re just not that tough
That last child is dying to please
How come you always cut him down
That last child is basically good
That last child is misunderstood
