The Boys - Lisa Mitchell

Well the wind blows my hair across my face

There’s a kid on his skateboard in the Manly sun

We’re driving down the avenue, past all the big houses

And there’s something about these streets

And the way you wear your heart on your sleeve

Down below I see the aquamarine…

I think that I’m beginning to care…

I think that I’m beginning to care…

Oh the boys, the boys

Driving in cars with the boys, the boys

Driving in cars with the boys, the boys

Driving in cars with the boys

The boys buy a case, and we sit in the backyard

Our hair and our skin is all salty and starched

The air is soft and reminds me of ending days

Stay with me, stay a while…

Well, I think that your love is making me nervous

The way your eyes hold me, standing backstage

I’ll find my way from the old road but I don’t know when…

I think that I’m beginning to care…