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, [bad word] 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, [bad word] the quiet life again 

As you turn to leave 
Never looking back 
Will you think of me? 
If you ever, could it ever stop?