| 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 recognise the signs? | |
| Boys, when those 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? | |
| Will you ever, could it ever stop? |