Indie Boy

Indie Boy

Dull green eyes

Staring at the screen, too bright

Staring at the clock and I

Know he’s counting down the time

9 to 5 he sits and thinks

’bout who he used to be

And he’s jumping around

And he’s being too loud

And he’s going too far

Thinks he can play the guitar

Forever my indie boy

And he don’t really care

That he’s gasping for air

Singing “down in the past”

And I cannot be mad

At the smoke of his cigarette

Forever my indie

Bo-o-o-o-o-o-o-oy, o-o-oy

Forever my indie

Bo-o-o-o-o-o-o-oy-oy

He’s forever my indie

Bo-o-o-o-o-o-o-oy, o-o-oy

Forever my indie

Bo-o-o-o-o-o-o-oy-oy

Job, house, wife

Everything seems just fine

Why ain’t he satisfied

Wants to feel more alive

Honey, dinner’s ready

Come on, turn the record down

But he’s jumping around

And he’s being too loud

And he’s going too far

Thinks he can play the guitar

Forever my indie boy

And he don’t really care

That he’s gasping for air

Singing “down in the past”

And I cannot be mad

At the smoke of his cigarette

Forever my indie

Bo-o-o-o-o-o-o-oy, o-o-oy

Forever my indie

Bo-o-o-o-o-o-o-oy-oy

Forever my indie boy

Shouting, screaming, dancing

Like it’s still 2004

Forever my indie boy

And he’s jumping around

And he’s being too loud

And he’s going too far

Thinks he can play the guitar

Forever my indie boy

And he don’t really care

That he’s gasping for air

Singing “down in the past”

And I cannot be mad

At the smoke of his cigarette

Forever my indie

Bo-o-o-o-o-o-o-oy, o-o-oy