Just a small town boy in a poppy field.
Far from his home and his mother's milk.
Chasing the moon,
out of his head,
into the night, given up for dead.
Sleepless boy on a bed of tears.
All wrapped up in his momma's fears.
Crawling away, calling her name.
Into the vein of the boy who's never found,
on the road to Shangri-La.
The boy who's never found
The boy who's never found..
Sweet temptation in a silver spoon
Cross that path to a different room
Enter the door,
open your mind,
Try for the best, don't know what you'll find.
Darkness hangs on athreat to kill
Small town man couldn't get his appeal
Track down, find out sit tight,
Ask how much they'll miss the boy who's never found,
On the road to Shangri-La
(Chorus, followed by killer climax.)