Letra da Música Duane Joseph de The Juliana Theory

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 arcade,
Cuz thats where all the cool kids hang.
Tell your mom you need a day off
cuz I don't feel like school today
We'll ride our boards down the hill
And
To the play ground, where everythings okay.
Tell your mom that we'll be home late,
Cuz building cabins in the woods is hard work..


You always know,
That I'll be there,
Cuz Summer time,
Is Coming Near,
My closet friend,
You'll always be,
You are a,
Home Town Kid Like Me..

Tell your mom to make us lunch now
Cuz we worked up an appitite
G.I. Joes and Karate matches in the backyard
Where everythings all right
Now I can see that things have changed
We've gone our seperate ways now
and its not you and me anymore..


Why cant it be,
The way it was,
Where pain was,
Only plastic guns,
My closet friend,
I couldnt see,
You are,
A Million Miles away

And I guess Ill hold my breath
There is no harm in hoping for change
(X 3)

And I guess Ill hold my, breath..