Why does the boy who wears corduroy
Never get into trouble?
It's so clearcut in parallel
He's keeping everything subtle

He's a day in your history
That will shape your eternity
He's a bully-boy fantasy
Full of naivete
Full of virginity

He's not what you think he is
Or all that you think he is
He's lost somewhere far away
There is a distant look
He'll never find his way

You gotta let him grow up
You got make him show out
Nothing is ever enough
Everything is always in doubt

Who is the boy who wears corduroy?
Noone asks but they wonder
Will nobody break the curse?
The magic spell that he's under?

Is he lost in this modern world?
Is he part of reality?
He's an old man with frozen dreams
Full of intensity
Fighting insanity