They found their clerks, suit and tie and a future
And I'm never growing up
And I'm never growing up
Still running around the neighborhood
Still drawn to the promise of a stranger
Still running and dreaming
Running and dreaming
Sweet dark nights, the eyes of men
And romance and madness
Cutting shirt shoulders, long slim blue jean ties
Those honeysuckle nights
And such forbidden promise
In every movement
And such forbidden promise
In every movement
The tapping of a foot
The tapping of a foot
and other gods
Tom Catley from an easy chair
The tapping of a foot
And other gods
And other gods
And another god
And another god

And another god
They found their clerks, suit and tie and future
And I ain't never growing up
Sweet dark nights, the eyes of men
And romance in my head
A tongue gathered from an easy chair
From vain and a lazy heart
Sweet dark nights, the eyes of men
And I ain't never growing up
And romance in my head
A tongue gathered from an easy chair
From vain and a lazy heart
Out of a pleasant window
Out of a pleasant window
And I ain't never growing up
From vain and a lazy heart