The Boys

The wind blows my hair across my face

Does it kill on your skateboard in a manly stunt

We're driving down the avenue, past off the big houses

And there's something about these streets

And the way you wear your heart on your sleeve

And down below I see, the aquamarine

I think that I'm beginning, to care

I think that I'm beginning, to care

Oh the boys, the boys, driving in cars

With the boys, the boys, driving in cars

With the boys, the boys, driving in cars

With the boys

Boys park in, and sit in the backyard

Hair and our skins all, salty and starch

The air is soft and reminds me of the ending days

I think that I'm beginning, to care

I think that I'm beginning, to care

Oh the boys, the boys, driving in cars

With the boys, the boys, driving in cars

With the boys, the boys, driving in cars

With the boys

Yeah the boys, the boys, driving in cars

With the boys, the boys, driving in cars

With the boys, the boys, driving in cars

With the boys

Stay with me, stay a while

Stay with me, stay a while

I think your love is making me nervous

The way your eyes hold me stand in backstage

I'll find my way from the old road but I don't know when

I think that I'm beginning, to care

Oh the boys, the boys, driving in cars

With the boys, the boys, driving in cars

With the boys, the boys, driving in cars

With the boys

Yeah the boys, the boys, driving in cars

With the boys, the boys, driving in cars

With the boys, the boys, driving in cars

With the boys

I think that I'm beginning, to care

I think that I'm beginning, to care

I think that I'm beginning, to care

I think that I'm beginning, to care