I know you're bored, but I'm anxious tonight
Take me by my old house this year one last time
I need a friend, but you just want to kiss me hard to feed what's hungry
I try and tell you something real while you throw bottles in the creek
There's nothing to do here but you can drink until you drown
Surrounded by women and rivers to occupy your hands now
Keeping them around,
Never getting close to love
Boys from town, these boys from town
I'm leaving tomorrow but I'm back when winter comes
When these constellations of couples fall out of love
Mayfly hatch is dead, and the tourists and your summer job is done
I try and tell you something real, but you just stay withdrawn
There's nothing to do here but you can drink until you drown
Surrounded by women and rivers to occupy your hands now
Keeping them around,
Never getting close to love
Boys from town, these boys from town