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?