duane joseph

tell your mom you need a day off

so we can play out in the rain

we'll catch a ride to the mall

go down to the arcarde

cause that's where all the cool kids play

tell your mom you need a day off

cause i dont feel like school today

we'll ride our boards down the hill

and to the playground

where everythings ok

tell your mom we will be home late

cause building cabins in the woods is hard work

you always know that i'll be there

cause summer time is coming near

my closest friend

you'll always be

you are a hometown kid like me

tell your mom to make us lunch now

cause we worked up an appetite

g.i. joes and karate matches in the back yard

where everything's alright

now i can see that things have changed

we've gone our seperate ways now

and it's not you and me

anymore

whoa. why can't it be the way it was

when pain was only plastic guns

my closest friends have turned and fled

you are a million miles away

and i guess i'll hold my breath

and i guess i'll hold my breath

and i guess i'll hold my breath

and i guess i'll hold my breath.