What Good Is A Castle - Joe Bataan

What good is a castle

Way high upon a hill

If you’re chained down and you’re crippled

And you’re six stories high

What good is a playground

Full of lovers beneath your window pane

If every time you watch them

It starts to rain

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

What good is the sound

Of a child of the world without a girl

What good is a heart

After it’s torn apart

What good is a judge

Or a jury without a trial

What good is a daddy

Or a mommy without a child

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Something inside of me

Keeps repeating

You better hang on, boy

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Something inside of me

Begs me to hang on, whoa, whoa

How can I continue

Or move a step at all

My days are all numbered

So I’ll take my fall

What good is a castle

Way high upon a hill

If you’re chained down and you’re crippled

And you’re six stories high

What good is a playground

Full of lovers beneath your window pane

If every time you watch them

It starts to rain

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

What good is a castle

Way high on a hill

If you’re chained down and you’re crippled

And you’re six stories high

What good is a playground

Full of lovers beneath your window pane

If every time you watch them

It starts to feeling that it’ll pour down rain

Hey, hey, hey

Whoa, whoa, whoa

What good is the sound

Of a child of the world without a girl

What good is a heart

After it’s torn apart

What good is a judge

Or a jury without a trial

What good is a daddy

Or a mommy without a child

Hey, hey, hey

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Something inside of me

Keeps repeating

You better hang on, boy

Whoa

Something inside of me

Begs me to hang on, whoa

How can I continue

Or move a step at all

My days are all numbered

So I’ll take my fall

What good is a castle

Way high on a hill

If you’re chained down and you’re crippled

And you’re six stories high

What good is a playground

Full of lovers beneath your window pane

If every time you watch them

It starts to feeling that it’ll pour down rain

Hey, hey, hey

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Hey, hey, hey

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Hey, hey, hey

Whoa, whoa, whoa