Boys, now the times are changing The going could get rough Boys, would that ever cross your mind? Boys, are you contemplating moving out somewhere? Boys, will you ever find the time?
Here we are stranded Somehow it seems the same Beware, here comes the quiet life again
Boys, now the country's only miles away from here Boys, do you recognize the signs? Boys, when these driving hands push against the tracks Boys, it's too late to wonder why
Here we are stranded Somehow it seems the same Beware, here comes the quiet life again
As you turn to leave Never looking back Will you think of me? If you ever, could it ever stop?