Eyeballing the clock as if time passed
Making subtle statements she was afraid to just ask
Was I only looking for a blast?
I had to find some Bohemians and fast
Eating up the bread she sliced by hand
Father's job was shipped into a foreign land
No one in the town could understand
But the bankers sold his business for a hundred grand
And she looks for love in all the wrong places
Thinking that knowledge is all kings and aces.
But only memory knows what memory erases
And there ain't no sleuth can truth you where the trace is
She looks for love in all the wrong places
Thinking that knowledge is all kings and aces
Only memory knows what memory erases
And there ain't no sleuth can truth you where the trace is
Weekends on the wrong side of the tracks
Nighttimes in the forest with a chopping axe
Was she only looking for her past?
I had to get out of there and fast
Leaving by approximately three
Can't you be young, just for once, and just for me?
Can't you be young, just for once, for me?
Can't you be young, just for once, and just for me?