Where is that boy with the bugle?
My little love was always my big romance
Where’s that boy with the bugle?
And why did I ever buy him those damn long pants?
Did he need a stronger hand? Did he need a lighter touch?
Was I soft or was I tough? Did I give enough?
Did I give too much?
At the moment when he needed me did I ever turn away?
Would I be there when he called, if he walked into my life today.
Were his days a little dull? Were his nights a little wild?
Did I overstate my plan?
Did I stress the man and forget the child?
And there must have been a million things
That my heart forgot to say.
Would I think of one or two if he walked into my life today?
Should I blame the times I pampered him?
Or blame the times I bossed him?
(spoken) What a shame!
I never really found the boy before I lost him.
Were the years a little fast? Was his world a little free?
Was there too much of a crowd?
All too lush and loud and not enough for me
Though I’ll ask myself my whole life long
What went wrong along the way
Would I make the same mistakes if he walked into my life today?
If that boy with the bugle walked into my life today?