| Well i could be a boy | |
| Without hair in the country | |
| Relaxed and wild | |
| Running down by the creek | |
| Catching those crayfish | |
| And being kinda frightened | |
| But mostly just in awe | |
| Of them mighty crab claws | |
| (now i'm glad i do) | |
| I've wasted | |
| (the way that we're leaving the way that we go) | |
| All my free time | |
| (our lives are better left to chance) | |
| And i've worried | |
| (...pain that... I had to miss the dance) | |
| Just as most kids are of my age | |
| I could be home | |
| With a beer and a movie | |
| Straighten my back | |
| And raping my lungs | |
| While completely maintaining | |
| My absoloute innocence | |
| My absolute innocence at all times | |
| And i looked at jewelry | |
| (now i'm glad i do) | |
| For your little finger | |
| (the way that we're leaving the way that we go) | |
| It's so skinny | |
| (our lives are better left to chance) | |
| I can hardly believe you | |
| (...pain that... I had to miss the dance) | |
| I could be standing | |
| For what seems like hours | |
| Shifting my weight | |
| From one foot to another | |
| While watching live music | |
| With the earplugs on | |
| Our nice conversation | |
| Is becoming quite loud | |
| And i'm weary | |
| (now i'm glad...) | |
| Of your ugly pop culture | |
| (the way that we're leaving the way that we go) | |
| You're so pretty | |
| (our lives are better left to chance) | |
| Standing beside the desk | |
| (...pain that... I had to miss the dance) | |
| And i could be sitting | |
| By the telephone tomorrow | |
| To receive a call | |
| By the overweight garth brooks | |
| Who would then try to offer me | |
| Like a hundred thousand dollars | |
| Just for me to go the fuck away | |
| And he's waiting | |
| For my kind of reply | |
| I am serious | |
| I couldn't leave you if i tried |