[Verse 1] He’s out every day, from morning to night, A blur on his skateboard, ready to fight. The same old red cap, the same worn-out jeans, A troublemaker king of the neighborhood scene. [Verse 2] He taunts every neighbor, he sneers, he provokes, A kid who’s a storm, all chaos and jokes. But when the sun sets and the streetlights hum, A quiet boy standing where no voices come. [Pre-chorus] And silently he lets a small whistle go with the wind, as he sings: [Chorus 1] They’re all inside, with their warm, bright rooms, I sit here alone, under cold, pale moons. Do they even see me, this life I’ve got? Or am I just the kid they’d rather forgot? [Verse 3] On the low roof he sits, his cap pulled down, Watching windows aglow in the houses around. Families gather, their laughter spills wide, While he hugs his knees, keeping it inside. [Pre-chorus] And silently he lets a small whistle go with the wind, as he sings: [Chorus 2] They’re laughing inside while I’m stuck out here, The dark feels heavy, but it’s always near. I wonder sometimes if they’d care at all, If I just disappeared, too small to recall. [Instrumental] [Bridge] He won’t show his ache; he won’t shed a tear, But the silence of night whispers what’s clear: Beneath all the noise, the trouble, the spark, Is a kid with a shadow too heavy, too dark. [Pre-chorus] And silently he lets a small whistle go with the wind, as he sings: [Chorus 1] They’re all inside, with their warm, bright rooms, I sit here alone, under cold, pale moons. Do they even see me, this life I’ve got? Or am I just the kid they’d rather forgot? [Chorus 2] They’re laughing inside while I’m stuck out here, The dark feels heavy, but it’s always near. I wonder sometimes if they’d care at all, If I just disappeared, too small to recall. [Instrumental] [Far away effect] They’re all inside, with their warm, bright rooms, I sit here alone, under cold, pale moons. Do they even see me, this life I’ve got? Or am I just the kid they’d rather forgot? [Chorus 2] They’re laughing inside while I’m stuck out here, The dark feels heavy, but it’s always near. I wonder sometimes if they’d care at all, If I just disappeared, too small to recall. And silently he lets a small whistle go with the wind, now no one sings. A small whistle goes with the wind, now no one sings. A small whistle goes with the wind, now no one sings. A small whistle goes with the wind, and no one sings. [Outro] And no one sings.