Part 1.Kenny Silvers The boy who disappeared,Kenny Silvers The boy who disappearedKenny gets by on a fiddle almost every dayChasing his childlike dream in an English townAmbition like his street is paved in greyNothing made much sense anywayKenny Silvers The boy who disappeared,Kenny Silvers The boy who disappearedKenny working the local teenage undergroundSearching his pent up emotionsGetting nowhere fastHis anger saved from days of hanging aroundExplodes in some dark battlegroundKenny Silvers The boy who disappeared,Kenny Silvers The boy who disappearedKenny may think he’s a kingBut he wants a queenLooking for real romance had itWith the backstreetsTired of playing every game in the townWaiting for the girl that he’d once seenKenny Silvers The boy who disappeared,Kenny Silvers The boy who disappeared,Kenny Silvers The boy who disappeared,Kenny Silvers The boy who disappearedPart 2.Then one day he found herWhile out cruisin’ the high streetKnew this love at first sightAs they ran for the first busHe was thinking of diamondsWhile she held his handthe rain didn’t seem to matterAs they reached their promised landKenny Silvers,Kenny Silvers,Kenny Silvers,Kenny SilversBut his past would always find himAnd he’d have to move againWell he’d think may be just one more jobWould help to ease the painOn the run in some cold roomAs shelter from the darkThey swore some day togetherThey’d rip this world apartKenny Silvers,Kenny Silvers,Kenny Silvers,Kenny SilversAnd though I never knew himI know how he feelsAnd though I never knew himI know how he feelsKenny Silvers,Kenny Silvers,Kenny Silvers,Kenny Silvers