Kids on the Boardwalk

José pushed me on the swing
And explained what it was that a "BJ" meant
His stories were dark and deep
Like his eyes, your eyes so full of secrets
I guess I loved you right when
My mom said your mom's a lesbian
It's been so long
I probably wouldn't know you if I saw you again

I followed Eric, second through fifth grade
His raspy voice, down the long hallway
He liked the dirty drawings I made
Girls with impossible breasts
I tried to sell him one for fifty cents
Now they're in the back of Mrs. Waltz's desk
And I hope I never see that boy again, no

Young love is in the air
Young love is cheap, I mean, it's everywhere
This ain't no statement of knowledge
It's just my defense
I've been ignoring the cost

Is this love, is this love that I've lost?
Worst of all, ain't nothing big
Ain't nothing big about this at all

Honey, I don't want to be ok with never seeing you again
You kids on the boardwalk
Come back in to the dry, choked-up land

I want truth and beauty
I want to love someone simply
I want truth and beauty
I want to love something without it having to need me

I want truth and beauty
I want to love someone
I want truth and beauty
I want to love something without it having to need