When I was young I knew a boy who could run a million miles without knowing where he'd been. But this boy he caught a flu and his lips would turn to glue as all the fields went green
There's no point in being mean There's no point... 'Cause I'm happy now I'm happy now From the thrill of my poise I'd seek it out That's gotta be something good
When I was young I dreamt of woods, of robbing trains and wearing hoods Just knowing that I could That's gotta be something good.
