Hop Along Kids On The Boardwalk
José pushed me on the swing Explained what it was that a B.J meant His stories were dark and deep like His eyes your eyes so full of secrets I guess I loved you right when My mom said your mom's a lesbian It's been so long I probably wouldn't know you If I saw you again
I followed Eric, second through fifth grade His raspy voice down the long hallway He liked the dirty drawings I made Girls with impossible breasts I tried to sell him one for fifty cents Now they're in the back of Mrs. Waltz's desk And I hope I never see that boy again
Young love is in the air Young love is cheap, I mean, it's everywhere This ain't no statement of knowledge It's just my defense
I've been ignoring the cost Is this love is this love that I've lost Worst of all ain't nothing big ain't nothing big About this at all Honey, I don't want to Be ok with never Seeing you again
You kids on the boardwalk Come back in To the dry choked up land
I want truth and beauty I want to love someone simply I want truth and beauty I want to love something Without it having to need meExplain
