Duane Joseph

Juliana Theory

Tell your mom you need a day off


So we can play out in the rain


We'll catch a ride to the mall.


Go down to the arcade,


Cuz thats where all the cool kids hang.


Tell your mom you need a day off


cuz I don't feel like school today


We'll ride our boards down the hill


And


To the play ground, where everythings okay.


Tell your mom that we'll be home late,


Cuz building cabins in the woods is hard work..





You always know,


That I'll be there,


Cuz Summer time,


Is Coming Near,


My closet friend,


You'll always be,


You are a,


Home Town Kid Like Me..





Tell your mom to make us lunch now


Cuz we worked up an appitite


G.I. Joes and Karate matches in the backyard


Where everythings all right


Now I can see that things have changed


We've gone our seperate ways now


and its not you and me anymore..





Why cant it be,


The way it was,


Where pain was,


Only plastic guns,


My closet friend,


I couldnt see,


You are,


A Million Miles away





And I guess Ill hold my breath


There is no harm in hoping for change


(X 3)





And I guess Ill hold my, breath..