This Boy


Sixteen, sorting out the schoolyard talk
About the whole religion thing
One testifies about funny ties
And Young Fogies in the making

Some heads nod about a distant God
And then they wonder where I've been
But my mates come through like they always do
When I ask the way to Heaven

This boy, he said, "What's the hurry hurry?
You don't hear my band playing the blues
"
And this boy, he said, "Everything is alright
I haven't got the time to lose
."

Twenty-one, twiddling the time away
Inside the higher learning squeeze
As my thoughts are clouding, I've started doubting
Their life of facts and reasons

Friends got married to a turnstile
Ticking off the dreams that might have been
But my mind's eloping, I'm rather hoping
It's not too late for Heaven

And this boy, he said, "What's the hurry hurry?..."

This boy, he said, "What's the hurry hurry?
You don't hear my band playing the blues.
"
And this boy, he said, "Anytime is alright
But I'd say the time has come to choose
"

Recorded by Phil & John.  Lyrics by Phil Baggaley, John Hartley, Lynn Nichols & Steve Taylor

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