The Old Man Made Us
Boy Rex
Take me back today to the rolling hills of May
To the narrow roads and fields
Filled with the greenest grass
Take me back to the quiet act
Of running away with the one you love
Take me back to the quiet act
Of running away with the one you love
The Old Man made us on the crest
His face a blur of colored shapes
Watching on as I ask you to never leave
Take me back to the quiet act
Of running away with the one you love
Take me back to the quiet act
Of running away with the one you love