The Wrong Boy

he'll keep you up late nights
then he'll sleep away the day
when you're hard at work he's been out
hard at play
and he'll drink the house dry and complain
he's at the end of the line with a smile on his face
and he'll laugh at you now as you hurry to find your place
and he never quite fit in to your circle of friends

but oh, tell me why it takes so long
so find what's good and right
you're running down the open road
carrying a heavy load for the wrong boy

he's been down before and he'll be down there again
never had too much luck
never had too many friends
and his stories don't add up to anything
but you say he takes you to places you've never been before
like the last two hundred years you been kept behind locked doors
well, he must be doing something
something right

but oh, tell me why it takes so long
so find what's good and done
you're running down the open road
carrying a heavy load for the wrong boy

but oh, tell me why it takes so long
so find what's good and right
we're running down the open road
carrying a heavy load for the wrong boy

now it's been twenty years
how'd we make it this far?
thought it'd never fit
didn't do us no harm
so, if you need me i'll be around