No, I don't have a boyfriend. Not right now. I can't afford it.
And this song is all I am ever going to say about the matter.
The Boy is Gone
The boy's gone. The boy's gone home.
What will happen to a face in the crowd when it finally gets too crowded?
And will happen to the origins of sound after all the sounds have sounded?
Well I hope I never have to see that day but by god I know it's headed our way
So I better be happy now that the boy's going home. The boy's gone home.
And what becomes of a day for those who rage against it?
And who will sum op the phrase for all left standing around in it?
Well I suppose we'll all make our judgement call
We'll walk it alone, stand up tall, then march to the fall
So we better be happy now that we'll all go home.
Be so happy with the way you are
Be so happy that you made it this far
Go on be happy now. Please be happy now
Because this is something else
this is something else
I tried to live my life and live it so well
But when it's all over is it heaven or is it hell
I better be happy now that no one can tell, nobody knows
I'm gonna be happy with the way that I am
I'm gonna be happy with all that I stand for
I'm gonna be happy now because the boy's going home.
The boy's gone home.