Fisher - Missing

Never knew why he would fall victim to five-dollar highs
Bending his stories, inventing new lies - telling of cancers
One way to avoid questions and answers


Chorus
And Karl, he's lucky
He's learned how to fly
By keeping his knees on the ground
The most likely one to achieve
Such a high
And Karl is missing tonight

What can I say to his poor father
He calls every day - looking for clues
There's no gingerbread trail for him to follow
The candy man's come and taken his son


And Karl, he's lucky
He's learned how to fly
By keeping his knees on the ground
His face in the dirt
And his friends by his side
And Karl is missing tonight