Good luck with that!
‘Cause everybody knows that nobody really knows
How to make it work or how to ease the hurt
We’ve heard it all before everybody knows just how to make it right’
Some boys are singing, some boys are singing the blues Joylessly flinging with the girls that they’re bringing to their rooms And then leave them, they’re through Some boys are sleeping, some boys are sleeping alone Cause there’s no one that’s keeping them warm through evening They know that they’re on their own