Little Girl Lost
John Austin
There are no little girls in her new neighborhood
Just a cloud drifting over the moon
With a longing inside to be misunderstood
She has only her lonely bedroom
Little girl lost
Little girl lost
Little girl lost
In the middle of town, on the busiest street
At the loneliest hour of the day
She’s a party of one at a table for two
And I wonder how long she will stay
Little girl lost
Little girl lost
Little girl lost
Soon they called off the search party, sent the dogs home
And her old man’s getting used to him sleeping alone
But he still hears his little girl, laughter down the hall
And he’s keeping her photograph nailed to his wall
Little girl lost
Little girl lost
Little girl lost