Alan Merrill Lyrics
"Child of the Night"

"CHILD OF THE NIGHT" music/lyrics by Alan Merrill

Sixteen years old
Walking the street
Hanging her head
Shuffling her feet
Feeling so bad
Clouded with doubt
Caught in a trap
Ain't no easy way out

Starting to regret the day
She ran away
Home is where the heart is
But she could not stay
In the bright city lights
Her pretty head turned
A moth to a flame
She's gonna get burned

Child Of The Night
Your runaway dreams are lost in the city
No one hears your screams
Child Of The Night
You're bought and you're sold
On streets you knew were paved with fool's gold

Clock keeps on ticking
The years pass away
She's getting harder
With each new day
Looks that are fading
Make up can't hide
Eyes that are jaded
Lost sense of pride

All of the late night
Out on the town
All of the ups
All of the downs
Too much pressue
Too much pain
Too little sunshine
Gets through the rain

Child Of The Night
Your runaway dreams are lost in the city
No one hears your screams
Child Of The Night
You're bought and you're sold
On streets you knew were paved with fool's gold