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 all seems the same Here comes the quiet life again?
Boys, now the country's only miles away from here Boys, do you recognise the signs? Boys, when those driving hands push against the tracks Boys, it's too late to wonder why
As you turn to leave Never looking back Will you think of me? Will you ever, could it ever stop?