Words & Music by Stephen Duffy & Steven Page
You're in an all-girl band
Your futon's second hand
Your parents understand but you don't care
I have a job in a shop
I'm an undercover cop
I make sure the customers aren't thieves
Old at being young
Young at being old
Everything's on hold within our evolution Chorus:
You're my alternative girlfriend
I love you, and now you cannot pretend
There's nothing left that won't cross over
Last night we slept on the lawn you woke up and I was gone
Back to the dream I dream to leave
My life with her is a bore
A worn-out metaphor
No more surprises up its sleeve We're old at being young
Young at being old
Everything's been sold to other's revolutions
Chorus
You live above your dad's four-car garage
With your vinyl and imaginary entourage
if I pull up in a U-Haul, pack up quick
So we can get out of this town 'cause it makes me sick