What's a Boy to Do

The neon light shines across the hallway

It’s not so wild to assume you’re rude, but

I keep in mind, the desperation

In my voice, well that’s tough to lose

I bite my tongue in the walk to glory

It’s been a while since I’ve felt too bruised, but

What a night, what a destination

No oversight to refuel my mood

And I’m waiting to be called

And I’m waiting to be bruised

I’m waiting to be called

I’m waiting

Oohhh Oohhh

I’ll better my cause, and I’ll better my tools

I’m through, cut loose

What’s A Boy To Do?

Oohhh Oohhh

I’ll better my cause, and I’ll better my tools

I’m through, cut loose

What’s A Boy To Do?

It evens out at the midway station

It doesn’t always refuеl my mood, but

Even now with the combination to your lock it’s still tough to chew

And I’m waiting to bе called

And I’m waiting to be bruised

I’m waiting to be called

I’m waiting

Oohhh Oohhh

I’ll better my cause, and I’ll better my tools

I’m through, cut loose

What’s A Boy To Do?

Oohhh Oohhh

I’ll better my cause, and I’ll better my tools

I’m through, cut loose

What’s A Boy To Do?

My cheeks still red, my mind now made

I bit my tongue three thousand ways

You ship has sailed, times come and went

Oohhh Oohhh

I’ll better my cause, and I’ll better my tools

I’m through, cut loose

What’s A Boy To Do?