Duane Joseph

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 arcarde Cause that's where all the cool kids play tell your mom you need a day off Cause I don't feel like school today We'll ride our boards down the hill And to the playground Where everythings ok tell your mom we will be home late Cause building cabins in the woods is hard work you always know that I'll be there Cause I'm the type, And you'll be near My closest friend, We'll always be You are a hometown kid like me Tell your mom to make us lunch now Cause we worked up an appetite G.I. Joes and karate matches in the back yard Where everything's alright now I can see that things have changed We've gone our separate ways now and it's not you and me Anymore, Whoa... why can't it be the way it was When they were us... My closest friends have turned and fled You are a million miles away and I guess I'll hold my breath (there is no harm for hoping for change) And I guess I'll hold my breath (there is no harm in hoping for change) And I guess I'll hold my Breath (there is no harm in hoping for change) And I guess I'll hold my breath...