The boys

The boys are grinning from the photograph,
It’s Friday night and they’re trying so hard,
The sun is dropping and they want to go,
Driving into town to see some girls they know,

The boys, blazing on a summer night,
Girls they want to watch them ride,
Is that the way it was before?
Because I don’t remember,
Boys, friends at every bar in town,
Running all the good days down,
Is that the way it was before?
Because I don’t remember.

We felt like fighters when we caught the plane,
Until that day we’d never heard it’s name,
We did some things we didn’t understand,
And now we feel like strangers in our own land The boys, blazing on a summer night,
Girls they want to watch them fight,
Is that the way it was before?
Because I don’t remember,
Boys, friends at every bar in town,
Running all the good days down,
Is that the way it was before?
Because I don’t remember.

This photograph, I hold it when I sleep,
Because people soon stop asking,
When I cannot explain what I have seen,
And at the bars in town,
All the boys in town,
Are running all the good days down,
Running all the good days down,
Running all the good days down,
All the good days down.