Boys, man, the times are changing The going could get rough Boys, would that ever cross your mind? Boys, are you contemplating Moving out somewhere? Boys, will you ever find the time? Here we are, stranded Somehow it seems the same We will, become the quiet life again Boys, another country's only miles away from here Boys, do you recognize the signs? Boys, when these driving hands push against the tracks Boys, it's too late to wonder why Here we are, stranded Somehow it seems the same Here we are, here comes the quiet life again Now as you turn to me Never looking back Who you think I'll be If you ever Could it ever stop? Oh, the quiet life Oh, the quiet life Here we are, stranded Somehow it seems the same Here we are, here comes the quiet life again