Just pay my dues and try hard still think about each word i’ve sung
It’s been in my mind your one of a kind
We’re at boyle park again
Sitting down on that bench alone all alone smoking cigarettes at chill zone butting heads till one of us is thrown, thrown Oh why can’t we pretend we aren’t so grown? Why do I cry when I think of home ?
In 20 years when we’ve fought through
The tears of living double our age
We’ll talk to our kids
About what we miss of living those good old days
How we knew many jacks
Who all had a knack for drinking too much coke and rum we’d talk ourselves silly till 4am really
The words that inspired this song
It’s been on my mind their one of a kind we’re at boyle park again
Sitting down on that bench alone all alone smoking cigarettes at chill zone butting heads till one of us is thrown, thrown Oh why can’t we pretend we aren’t so grown? Why do I cry when I think of home ?
Oh
We’re at boyle park again
Sitting down on that bench alone all alone smoking cigarettes at chill zone butting heads till one of us is thrown, thrown Oh why can’t we pretend we aren’t so grown? Why do I cry when I think of home ? Why do I cry when I think of home ? Why do I cry when I think of home ?
