i went to high school with that kid he was even strange back then the type whose eyes don t leave the floor blend in with the cement well i felt so bad for that kid one day i saw his face turn green and as he tumbled to the floor the thought of reaching out never occurred to me why don t we open up knowing that we all falter when will we learn to reach out for each other well he lived out on the edge of town and i m pretty sure he had a brother it seemed that boy could walk for days i suspect to avoid his mother and i always knew he had it bad tougher than any of us others did still i never asked him how he was doing what could i do i was just a kid why don t we open up knowing that we all falter when will we learn to reach out for each other so now he s the new town bum he talks to himself and picks up cans all day and when my kids ask me about him what ll i say what ll i say why don t we open up knowing that we we all falter and when will we learn when will we learn to open up knowing that we all falter when will we learn i said when will we learn when will we learn to reach out for each other 