boys

thought i was drowning in my bed, couldn't get the moon out of my head, so i awoke before the break of day, and walked along the coast of galway, sitting at the boardwalk bar, drinking a whiskey, feeling all the rage of a modern man, we used to feel our rage just like the sea, now we get it on an installment plan, all my love, to you and yours, and all the baby boys, they're dressing them in blue, teaching them that life's a war, i guess i'm a long way from where i was, drunk off my ass in some suburban town, i betrayed my friend, nineteen and darwinian, i'll never live that down, but i fell into a good girl's good graces, and i poured my heart right into hers, she's more an artemis in muddy laces, than a venus in furs, all my love, to you and yours, and all the college boys, they're dressing up in suits, thinking life's a war, spring is coming, let me be like cherry tree, renewed and fruitful, all my love, to you and yours, and all the baby boys, they're dressing them in blue, teaching them that life's a war, all my love, to you and yours, and all the college boys, they're dressing up in suits, thinking life's a war