Words & Music by Stephen Duffy & Steven Page 

You're in an all-girl band 
Your futon's second hand 
Your parents understand but you don't care 
I have a job in a shop 
I'm an undercover cop 
I make sure the customers aren't thieves 
Old at being young 
Young at being old 
Everything's on hold within our evolution 
 
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You're my alternative girlfriend 
I love you, and now you cannot pretend 
There's nothing left that won't cross over 
 
Last night we slept on the lawn 
you woke up and I was gone 
Back to the dream I dream to leave 
My life with her is a bore 
A worn-out metaphor 
No more surprises up its sleeve 
We're old at being young 
Young at being old 
Everything's been sold to other's revolutions 
 
Chorus 
 
You live above your dad's four-car garage 
With your vinyl and imaginary entourage 
if I pull up in a U-Haul, pack up quick 
So we can get out of this town 'cause it makes me sick 
 
Chorus